Luyện nghe bài hát His Hands

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

There are some 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 never hit me
His hands, would never my face
They would be blind
Then to treat me way

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