Luyện nghe bài hát His Hands

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

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

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

I would be deaf
Than that sound like a pistol cracking
As the breaks
And loves tumbling down

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

And if I'd had his
They might have from me
I finally ran 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, come on you pretty
Who that you're too smart
And learn from one who loved a heart

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

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

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