Luyện nghe bài hát Fine Art of Holding a Woman

Arms strong as timbers, folding her like velvet
That's the art of holding a woman
Eyes that never leave her and fingertips whisper
the fine art of holding a woman

Without reason you her, just to breathe her
Without you tell her that you need her
And when you part you always leave a burning

That's the fine art of a woman
That's the fine art of a woman

And moments after loving her
If she can see that you want her
That's the fine art of a woman

Without reason you kiss her, to breathe her
Without words you tell her you need her
And when you part you leave a fire burning

That's the art of holding a woman
That's the fine art of a woman
(Fine art)
That's the art of holding a woman