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His Hands

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  • 作词 : Janis Ian
    作曲 : Janis Ian
    His hands were made of lightning
    His fingers were the wind
    They reached into my heart
    And let me love again

    His touch was made for pleasure
    So good it seemed a sin
    Stroking my soul, keeping me whole
    Till I gave myself to him

    His hands, they never hit me sober
    His hands, they never marked my face
    I would rather be blind
    Than see him treat me that way

    I would rather be deaf
    Than hear that sound like a pistol cracking
    As the spirit breaks
    And loves comes tumbling down

    He learned it from his father
    And from his father's wife
    He learned from the preacher
    Who told her they were married for life

    And if I'd had his children
    They might have learned from me
    I finally ran when I saw that his hands
    Would sign that legacy

    He said, "I've broken stallions
    I've broken mares too
    Given time, and the right frame of mind
    I swear, I'll break you"

    So, come on you pretty women
    Who think that you're too smart
    And learn from one who loved a damaged heart

    There are some things you can gamble
    There are some things you can change
    But you can't change a man with the law in his hand
    It's like trying to drown the rain

    His hands, would never hit me sober
    His hands, would never mark my face
    They would rather be blind
    Then to treat me that way

    They would rather be deaf
    Than to hear that sound like a pistol cracking
    As the spirit breaks
    And love comes tumblin' down
    Tumblin' down, tumblin' down
  • 作词 : Janis Ian
    作曲 : Janis Ian
    His hands were made of lightning
    His fingers were the wind
    They reached into my heart
    And let me love again

    His touch was made for pleasure
    So good it seemed a sin
    Stroking my soul, keeping me whole
    Till I gave myself to him

    His hands, they never hit me sober
    His hands, they never marked my face
    I would rather be blind
    Than see him treat me that way

    I would rather be deaf
    Than hear that sound like a pistol cracking
    As the spirit breaks
    And loves comes tumbling down

    He learned it from his father
    And from his father's wife
    He learned from the preacher
    Who told her they were married for life

    And if I'd had his children
    They might have learned from me
    I finally ran when I saw that his hands
    Would sign that legacy

    He said, "I've broken stallions
    I've broken mares too
    Given time, and the right frame of mind
    I swear, I'll break you"

    So, come on you pretty women
    Who think that you're too smart
    And learn from one who loved a damaged heart

    There are some things you can gamble
    There are some things you can change
    But you can't change a man with the law in his hand
    It's like trying to drown the rain

    His hands, would never hit me sober
    His hands, would never mark my face
    They would rather be blind
    Then to treat me that way

    They would rather be deaf
    Than to hear that sound like a pistol cracking
    As the spirit breaks
    And love comes tumblin' down
    Tumblin' down, tumblin' down