Luyện nghe bài hát These Frail Hands

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

on,
Hold

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

May not prevail,
Dear Lord, love will never fail

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

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

on,
Hold

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

of the world,
Your love, has never

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

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

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

(Daylight,
me)