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

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