Luyện nghe bài hát Through Your Hands

You were on a park bench
'Bout a broad highway
When the music the carillon
Seemed to hurl your out there

the scientific darkness
Past the fireflies that
To an bending down
To wrap you in her coat

And you ask, "What am I not doing?"
She says, "Your voice cannot
In time, you move mountains
It will come your hand"

you argue for an option
Still you for your case
Like you wouldn't a burning bush
If it up in your face

Yeah, we scheme about the
And we about the past
just a simple reaching out
Might build a bridge that

And you ask, "What am I not doing?"
She says, "Your voice cannot
In time, you move mountains
It will come through your hand, hand"

So whatever your find to do
You do with all your heart
There are thoughts
To blow men's minds and tear great apart

a healing touch to find you
On that broad highway
To lift you high as music
the angel's hair

Don't ask you are not doing
your voice cannot command
In time we will mountains
And it will through your hands

your hands
Through your
Through hands
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