Luyện nghe bài hát These Frail Hands

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

on,
Hold

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

May not prevail,
Dear Lord, your love will never

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

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

on,
Hold

Darkness cant the light,
though lightlessness has us numb,
And though its may cloud the skies,
The dark shall overcome

of the world,
Your love, has failed

And frail hands,
They tremble as they pen perhaps their
And these words,
Can say what 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)