Luyện nghe bài hát GRANDMA’S HANDS

Grandma's hands, in church on Sunday morning
Grandma's hands, played the tambourine so
Grandma's hand to issue out a warning

say, "Baby, don't you run so fast
Might on a piece of glass, might be snakes there in my grass"

Grandma's hands, I'm talkin' 'bout my hands
Grandma's hands, the local unwed mother
My grandma's hands used to ache sometimes and

Grandma's hands used to lift her
And tell her say, "Baby, grandma understands
But you really loved man and put herself in Jesus' hands"

hands, yeah, I'm talking, I'm talking 'bout my grandma, yeah
Grandma's hands used to hand me a piece of
Grandma's hands, me up each time I fell
Grandma's hands, boy, they came in handy

She'd say, "Nettie, don't you that girl
What you wanna her for she didn't drop no apple-core"
But I don' have grandma
If I get to Heaven look for grandma's hands

I'm talking my grandma, talking 'bout my grandma, oh yeah
I'm talking 'bout my grandma, I'm 'bout my grandma, yeah
Grandma, grandma, I'm talking my grandma