Luyện nghe bài hát His Hands

His were made of lightning
His fingers the wind
They reached into my
And let me love

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 marked my
I rather be blind
Than see him treat me way

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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