Luyện nghe bài hát His Hands

His hands were made of
His were the wind
They reached into my
And let me love

His touch was made for
So good it a sin
Stroking my soul, keeping me
Till I myself to him

His hands, they never hit me
His hands, they never marked my
I rather be blind
see him treat me that way

I would rather be
Than hear that like a pistol cracking
As the breaks
And loves comes down

He learned it from his
And his father's wife
He from the preacher
Who told her were married for life

And if I'd had his
They might have learned me
I finally ran when I saw his hands
Would sign legacy

He said, "I've stallions
broken mares too
Given time, and the right frame of
I swear, break you"

So, on you pretty women
Who think you're too smart
And learn from one who loved a damaged

There are some things you can
are some things you can change
But you can't change a man with the law in his
It's like to drown the rain

His hands, would never hit me
His hands, would never my face
They would rather be
Then to treat me way

would rather be deaf
Than to hear sound like a pistol cracking
As the spirit
And love tumblin' down
Tumblin' down, down