Luyện nghe bài hát His Hands

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

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

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

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

He it from his father
And from his wife
He from the preacher
Who told her they were married for

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

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

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

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

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

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