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

  rode through the streets of the city
 Down from his  on high
 O' er the winds and the steps and the 
 He rode to  sigh
 For she was his secret 
 She was his shame and  bliss
 And a chain and a keep are 
 Compared to  woman's kiss
 
  a hands of gold are always cold
  a woman's hands are warm
  a hands of gold are always cold
 But a woman's hands  warm
 
 And there he stood with  in hand
 The last of Darry's 
 And red the grass beneath  feet
  red his banners bright
  red the glow of setting sun
 That  him in its light
 "Come on,  on" the great lord called
  sword is hungry still"
 
 And with a cry of  rage
 They swarmed  the rill
 And  a cry of savage rage
 They swarmed across the 
 
 He  through the streets of the city
 Down from his hill  high
  er the winds and the steps and the cobble
 He rode to  sigh
 For she was his  treasure
 She was his shame and  bliss
 And a chain and a keep are 
 Compared to a  kiss
 
 For  hands of gold are 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  cold
 But a woman's hands  warm
  a hands of gold are always cold
  a woman's hands are warm