Luyện nghe bài hát His Hands

His hands were of lightning
His fingers the wind
They into my heart
And let me again

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

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

I rather be deaf
Than hear that sound like a cracking
As the breaks
And loves comes tumbling

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

And if I'd had his
might have learned from me
I finally ran I saw that his hands
Would that legacy

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

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

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

His hands, would never hit me
His hands, would mark my face
would rather be blind
Then to me that way

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