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 issue out a

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' my grandma's hands
Grandma's hands, soothed the unwed mother
My hands used to ache sometimes and swell

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

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

She'd say, "Nettie, don't you that girl
What you spank her for she didn't drop no apple-core"
But I don' grandma anymore
If I get to I'll look 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 talking my grandma