Luyện nghe bài hát These Frail Hands

In this place where I was born
It there is no peace,
And the very that we walk upon
Is filled with tears that cease,
And you can the scars of hopelessness
Like sweat upon the
Of all the downtrodden,
slipped through cracks

on,
Hold

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

May not prevail,
Dear Lord, love will never fail

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

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

on,
Hold

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

of the world,
Your love, has never

And frail hands,
They tremble as they pen perhaps last
And these words,
Can never say cannot be surpassed

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

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

(Daylight,
me)