Luyện nghe bài hát His Hands

His hands were made of
His fingers the wind
They reached my heart
And let me again

His touch was 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 never marked my
I rather be blind
Than see him me that way

I would be deaf
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 they were married for

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

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

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

are some things you can gamble
There are some 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 mark my face
would rather be blind
Then to me that way

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