Luyện nghe bài hát Through Your Hands

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

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

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

you argue for an option
Still you for your case
Like you know a burning bush
If it up in your face

Yeah, we scheme the future
And we dream 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 hands to do
You must do all your heart
There are enough
To blow men's and tear great worlds apart

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

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

Through hands
your hands
Through hands
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