Luyện nghe bài hát These Frail Hands

In this broken where I was born
It seems is no peace,
And the very soil that we walk
Is filled tears that never cease,
And you can trace the scars of
sweat upon the backs
Of all the downtrodden,
Water slipped cracks

on,
Hold

And I am with grief,
to see suffering,
For those who the voice to speak
For of us left stuttering

May not prevail,
Lord, your love will never fail

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

When the concrete of the
too cumbersome to lift,
And the of fear and doubt
Cloak truth what we can sift
And darkness, bleeds its way,
When crippling anguish our sight,
The ghosts of have bared their teeth,
Set their claws to the night

on,
Hold

Darkness perceive the light,
lightlessness has chilled us numb,
And its wings may cloud the skies,
The dark never overcome

of the world,
Your love, has failed

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

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

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

(Daylight,
me)