Luyện nghe bài hát Grandma's Hands

Grandma's hands, clapped in 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' my grandma's hands
Grandma's hands, soothed the local mother
My grandma's hands to ache sometimes and swell

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

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

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

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