Luyện nghe bài hát Through Your Hands

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

Past the darkness
the fireflies that float
To an angel bending
To you in her warmest coat

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

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

Yeah, we scheme the future
And we dream about the
When just a reaching out
Might build a that lasts

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

So whatever your find to do
You must do with all your
are thoughts enough
To blow men's minds and great worlds apart

There's a healing touch to you
On broad highway somewhere
To lift you as music flying
the angel's hair

Don't ask what you are not
Because your voice cannot
In time we will move
And it will through your hands

Through hands
Through hands
Through your
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