Luyện nghe bài hát His Hands

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

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

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

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

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

And if I'd had his
They have 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, I'll you"

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

There are things you can gamble
are some things you can change
But you change a man with the law in his hand
It's like trying to the rain

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

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