Luyện nghe bài hát His Hands

His hands were made of
His fingers were the
reached into my heart
And let me love

His touch was made for
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 my face
I would be blind
Than see him me that way

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

He learned it his father
And from his wife
He learned from the
Who told her they were for life

And if I'd had his
They might have learned 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 of mind
I swear, break you"

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

There are some things you can
There are some you can change
But you change a man with the law in his hand
It's like to drown the rain

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

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