Luyện nghe bài hát His Hands

His hands were of lightning
His were the wind
They reached into my
And let me again

His touch was for pleasure
So it seemed a sin
my soul, keeping me whole
Till I myself to him

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

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

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

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

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

So, come on you women
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 change a man with the law in his hand
It's like trying to drown the

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

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