Luyện nghe bài hát Empty Hands

In the of the smokestacks
the black snow that lay on the land
Walked home one morning
With my life's in my hand

Maryanne, she's up some breakfast
Got the on, on the Christmas tree
Sittin' lookin' up at an angel
something dyin' inside of me

Grew up great expectations
the promise and I knew the plan
They say people get what they
But Lord, sometimes it's much than that

Maryanne, she's takin' in laundry
I got a part-time job at a stand
Oh Lord, did I do
To deserve these empty

Across the cities, across land
Through the valleys, and the sand
Too people standin' in line
Too many with nothin' planned
There's too many people with hands

Now Maryanne's cryin'
Lord I love her the best I can
my pride is bruised and broken
She slips her hand my empty hands

Without hope, without love, you've got but pain
makes a man not give a damn
That's no way for us to
We've got to fill these hands

Across the cities, this land
Through the valleys, and the sand
Too people standin' in line
Too people, they got no plans
There's too many with empty hands