Luyện nghe bài hát These Frail Hands

In broken place where I was born
It seems is no peace,
And the very soil that we walk
Is with tears that never cease,
And you can trace the of hopelessness
Like sweat upon the
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 those of us stuttering

May not prevail,
Dear Lord, your will never fail

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

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

on,
Hold

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

of the world,
Your love, has failed

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

I need love,
And of all I want 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)