Luyện nghe bài hát These Frail Hands

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

on,
Hold

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

May not prevail,
Dear Lord, your will never fail

And these hands,
They tremble as they pen their last
And these words,
Can never say what be surpassed

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

on,
Hold

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

of the world,
Your love, has never

And frail hands,
They tremble as they pen perhaps their
And these words,
Can never say what be surpassed

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

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

(Daylight,
me)