Luyện nghe bài hát His Hands

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

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

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

I rather be deaf
Than hear that sound like a cracking
As the breaks
And loves comes down

He learned it his father
And his father's wife
He learned the preacher
Who told her they married for life

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

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

So, come on you pretty
Who think that you're too
And from one who loved a damaged heart

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

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

They would be deaf
Than to hear that sound a pistol cracking
As the spirit
And love comes tumblin'
down, tumblin' down