Luyện nghe bài hát These Frail Hands

In this place where I was born
It seems 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,
Water slipped through

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 these hands,
They tremble as they pen perhaps last
And these words,
Can say what cannot be surpassed

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

on,
Hold

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

of the world,
Your love, has never

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

I your 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 my heart is mending.)

(Daylight,
me)