These Hands-Johnny Cash

[ti:These Hands] [ar:Johnny Cash] [al:Folsom Prison Blues] [by:] [offset:0] [00:00.00]These Hands - Johnny Cash (约翰尼·卡什) [00:00.62]Written by：E. Noack [00:01.02] [00:05.50]These hands aren't the hands of a gentleman these hands are calloused and old [00:17.47] [00:19.49]These hands raised a family these hands built a home [00:25.80] [00:26.44]Now these hands raised to praise the lord [00:31.04] [00:33.43]These hands won the heart of my loved one [00:38.31] [00:40.00]And with hers they were never alone [00:45.04] [00:46.88]If these hands filled their task then what more could you ask [00:53.07] [00:53.86]For these fingers have worked to the bone [00:58.69] [01:28.63]Now don't try to judge me by what you'd like me be [01:34.70] [01:35.79]For my life hasn't been a success [01:40.40] [01:42.60]Some people have power but still they grieve [01:49.03] [01:49.83]While these hands brought me happiness [01:54.56] [01:56.68]Now I'm tired and I'm old and I haven't much gold [02:02.97] [02:03.71]Maybe things ain't been all that I planned [02:08.83] [02:10.80]Lord above hear my plea when it's time to judge me [02:16.96] [02:17.99]Take a look at these hard working