Luyện nghe bài hát These Frail Hands

In broken place where I was born
It there is no peace,
And the very soil that we walk
Is filled with that never cease,
And you can the scars of hopelessness
Like upon the backs
Of all the downtrodden,
slipped through cracks

on,
Hold

And I am overwhelmed grief,
to see suffering,
For those who lack the to speak
For those of us stuttering

May not prevail,
Dear Lord, love will never fail

And frail hands,
They tremble as they pen their last
And these words,
Can say what cannot be surpassed

When the concrete of the
Becomes too to lift,
And the of fear and doubt
Cloak truth beyond what we can
And darkness, darkness its way,
crippling anguish clouds our sight,
The ghosts of dusk bared their teeth,
Set claws to bring the night

on,
Hold

cant perceive the light,
though has chilled us numb,
And though its wings may the skies,
The shall never overcome

of the world,
Your love, has never

And these hands,
They tremble as pen perhaps their last
And these words,
Can never say what cannot be

I your love,
And most of all I to feel your peace,
I need love,
Let that you are not decrease,

(Your love,
mercy,
Your unending.
hope,
peace,
Your strength my is mending.)

(Daylight,
me)