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