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

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