Luyện nghe bài hát His Hands

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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