Luyện nghe bài hát His Hands

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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