Luyện nghe bài hát His Hands

His hands were made of
His were the wind
reached into my heart
And let me again

His was made for pleasure
So good it a sin
Stroking my soul, keeping me
I gave myself to him

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

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

He learned it from his
And from his wife
He from the preacher
Who told her they were for life

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

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

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

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

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

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