Luyện nghe bài hát GRANDMA’S HANDS

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

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

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

hands used to lift her face
And her she'd say, "Baby, grandma understands
But you really that man and put herself in Jesus' hands"

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

She'd say, "Nettie, don't you whip that
What you wanna spank her for she didn't no apple-core"
But I don' grandma anymore
If I get to Heaven I'll look for grandma's

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