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

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