Luyện nghe bài hát Through Your Hands

You were on a park bench
a broad highway somewhere
When the from the carillon
Seemed to hurl your out there

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

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

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

Yeah, we scheme about the
And we dream about the
When just a 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 through your hand, your hand"

So whatever hands find to do
You do with all your heart
There are thoughts
To blow men's minds and great worlds apart

There's a healing to find you
On that broad highway
To lift you as music flying
Through the hair

ask what you are not doing
Because your voice command
In time we will mountains
And it will come your hands

Through your
Through hands
Through your
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