🎵 Luyện Nghe Bài Hát: Hands Of Gold - Peter Hollens

 He rode through the streets of the 
 Down from  hill on high
 O' er the winds and the steps and the 
 He rode  woman's sigh
 For she  his secret treasure
 She was his shame and  bliss
 And  chain and a keep are nothing
 Compared  a woman's kiss
 
 For a hands of gold are always 
 But a woman's hands are 
 For  hands of gold are always cold
  a woman's hands are warm
 
 And there he stood with sword in 
 The last of Darry's 
  red the grass beneath his feet
 And red his banners 
  red the glow of setting sun
 That bathed  in its light
 "Come on, come on" the  lord called
 "My sword  hungry still"
 
 And with a cry  savage rage
 They swarmed across the 
 And with a cry  savage rage
 They swarmed across  rill
 
 He rode through the streets of  city
 Down  his hill on high
 O' er the  and the steps and the cobble
 He rode to  sigh
 For  was his secret treasure
  was his shame and his bliss
 And  chain and a keep are nothing
 Compared to  woman's kiss
 
 For a hands of gold  always cold
  a woman's hands are warm
 For a  of gold are always cold
  a woman's hands are warm
 For a hands of gold are always 
 But  woman's hands are warm
 For a hands  gold are always cold
 But a woman's hands are