Luyện nghe bài hát Grandma's Hands

Grandma's hands, clapped in on Sunday morning
Grandma's hands, played the tambourine so
Grandma's hand to issue out a warning

She'd say, "Baby, don't you run so
Might fall on a piece of glass, might be snakes in my grass"

Grandma's hands, I'm talkin' 'bout my grandma's
Grandma's hands, soothed the unwed mother
My grandma's hands used to sometimes and swell

hands used to lift her face
And tell her say, "Baby, grandma understands
But you really loved that man and put herself in hands"

Grandma's hands, yeah, I'm talking, I'm talking 'bout my grandma,
Grandma's hands used to hand me a piece of
Grandma's hands, me up each time I fell
hands, boy, they really came in handy

She'd say, "Nettie, don't you whip that
What you wanna spank her for she didn't no apple-core"
But I don' have anymore
If I get to Heaven I'll look for hands

I'm talking 'bout my grandma, 'bout my grandma, oh yeah
I'm talking 'bout my grandma, I'm talking my grandma, yeah
Grandma, grandma, I'm 'bout my grandma