Luyện nghe bài hát His Hands

His were made of lightning
His fingers were the
reached into my heart
And let me again

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

His hands, never hit me sober
His hands, never marked my face
I rather be blind
see him treat me that way

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

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

And if I'd had his
They have learned from me
I finally ran when I saw his hands
Would sign 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 think you're too smart
And learn one who loved a damaged heart

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

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

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