Luyện nghe bài hát Through Your Hands

You dreaming on a park bench
'Bout a highway somewhere
the music from the carillon
Seemed to your heart out there

Past the darkness
Past the that float
To an angel down
To wrap you in her warmest

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

Still you argue for an
Still you angle for your
Like you wouldn't know a burning
If it blew up in your

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

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

There's a touch to find you
On that broad somewhere
To you high as music flying
the angel's hair

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

your hands
Through your
Through hands
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