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

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