Luyện nghe bài hát These Frail Hands

In this broken place I was born
It there is no peace,
And the very soil that we upon
Is filled tears that never cease,
And you can trace the scars of
Like upon the backs
Of all the downtrodden,
Water through cracks

on,
Hold

And I am with grief,
to see suffering,
For who lack the voice to speak
For those of us left

May not prevail,
Dear Lord, your love will never

And frail hands,
They tremble as they pen perhaps their
And these words,
Can never say what cannot be

When the of the world
too cumbersome to lift,
And the cataracts of fear and
Cloak beyond what we can sift
And darkness, darkness its way,
When crippling anguish our sight,
The ghosts of dusk bared their teeth,
Set their claws to the night

on,
Hold

Darkness cant the light,
though lightlessness has us numb,
And though its may cloud the skies,
The dark shall never

of the world,
Your love, has never

And these hands,
They tremble as they pen their last
And these words,
Can say what cannot be surpassed

I your love,
And most of all I to feel your peace,
I need love,
Let that you are not decrease,

(Your love,
mercy,
Your unending.
hope,
peace,
Your my heart is mending.)

(Daylight,
me)