Luyện nghe bài hát On Her Hand a Golden Ring

Another sunday morning, time to pray
A brand new dress to wear and a to put away
sermon, another hymn to sing
And on her hand a golden

On across the silent streets and to the church came
by the heavy walls and painted windows stained
Listenin' to the wisdom of the words the told
And on her a ring of gold

Then the crackle and clatter and the crinkle of the glass
Fell upon the people from the of blast
The face of jesus was crumbled sand
the gold ring on her hand

Then a tore through the morning air and carried down the street
Rage tore the hearts of men who leaped up to their
Old men grew and the young men grew cold
And on her hand a of gold

Then the of the sorrow flowed into the town
And the men were talking two more children were shot down
For that's the way when the law don't a thing
And on her hand a golden

More than pity, more than anger, can you feel what has done
When can reach inside a church and mark the very young
The will bear the scars when they're growing in this land
the gold ring on her hand

Another morning, another time to pray
A new dress to wear and a doll to put away
Another sermon, hymn to sing
And on her hand a golden