Luyện nghe bài hát His Hands

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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