Luyện nghe bài hát His Hands

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

So, come on you pretty
Who think that too smart
And learn from one who loved a heart

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

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

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