Luyện nghe bài hát His Hands

His hands were made of
His fingers were the
They reached my heart
And let me again

His was made for pleasure
So good it a sin
my soul, keeping me whole
Till I gave to him

His hands, they hit me sober
His hands, they never my face
I rather be blind
Than see him treat me way

I would be deaf
Than hear that sound like a pistol
As the breaks
And loves comes down

He it from his father
And from his father's
He learned from the
Who told her were married for life

And if I'd had his
They might have learned me
I finally ran when I saw that his
sign that legacy

He said, "I've broken
I've mares too
Given time, and the right of mind
I swear, I'll you"

So, come on you pretty
Who think that too smart
And learn from one who a damaged heart

There are things you can gamble
There are things you can change
But you change a man with the law in his hand
It's trying to drown the rain

His hands, never hit me sober
His hands, would never mark my
would rather be blind
Then to treat me way

They rather be deaf
Than to hear that sound a pistol cracking
As the breaks
And love comes tumblin'
down, tumblin' down