Luyện nghe bài hát His Hands

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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 the rain

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

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