Luyện nghe bài hát Grandma's Hands

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

She'd say, "Baby, don't you run so
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, soothed the local mother
My grandma's used to ache sometimes and swell

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

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

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

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