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

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