Luyện nghe bài hát His Hands

His hands made of lightning
His were the wind
They into my heart
And let me love

His touch was made for
So good it a sin
my soul, keeping me whole
Till I gave to him

His hands, never hit me sober
His hands, never marked my face
I would be blind
see him treat me that way

I would rather be
Than hear that sound like a cracking
As the spirit
And loves tumbling down

He learned it his father
And his father's wife
He from the preacher
Who told her they married for life

And if I'd had his
They have learned from me
I finally ran I saw that his hands
Would sign legacy

He said, "I've stallions
I've broken too
Given time, and the frame of mind
I swear, I'll you"

So, come on you pretty
Who think that you're too
And learn from one who a damaged heart

There are some you can gamble
There are things you can change
But you can't change a man with the law in his
like trying to drown the rain

His hands, would hit me sober
His hands, would never mark my
They would rather be
Then to me that way

They would rather be
Than to hear that sound like a cracking
As the spirit
And comes tumblin' down
down, tumblin' down