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

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