Luyện nghe bài hát His Hands

His hands were made of
His were the wind
They into 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 hit me sober
His hands, never marked my face
I would rather be
Than see him treat me way

I would rather be
Than hear sound like a pistol cracking
As the breaks
And loves tumbling down

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

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

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

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

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

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

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