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 used to issue out a

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

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

Grandma's hands 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 my grandma, yeah
Grandma's hands used to 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 drop no apple-core"
But I don' grandma anymore
If I get to Heaven I'll for grandma's hands

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