Luyện nghe bài hát His Hands

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

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

His hands, never hit me sober
His hands, they never marked my
I would rather be
Than see him treat me way

I would rather be
Than that sound like a pistol cracking
As the spirit
And loves comes tumbling

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

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

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

So, come on you women
Who think that too smart
And learn one who loved a damaged heart

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

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

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