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