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

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