paroles de chanson Hands - Adrián
They're
torn
and
cracked,
whethered
and
worn
Ripped
and
bruised
and
brown
and
strong
and
they
may
not
be
Beautiful
But
they
get
the
job
done
And
they
can
cut
a
calf
and
rope
a
cow
Set
a
trap,
shoot
coyotes,
hold
the
reins,
twist
wire
They
work
like
a
man,
even
though
they
look
small
My
hands
may
not
be
your
kind
of
beautiful
Two
silver
rings
and
no
diamond
things
Burnt
from
cast-iron
in
the
branding
fire
Painted
up
on
a
Saturday
night
They
can
be
pretty
good
for
breaking
up
a
fight
My
hands
may
not
be
your
kind
of
beautiful
And
they
can
cut
a
calf
and
rope
a
cow
Set
a
trap,
shoot
coyotes,
hold
the
reins,
twist
wire
Sew
a
patch
for
a
baby
boy
They
may
look
small,
but
they
work
like
a
man
My
hands
may
not
be
your
kind
of
beautiful
Sometimes
they
fail
me
when
I
don't
know
quite
what
to
do
But
they'll
never
hide
they'll
never
stay
or
have
to
hide
They're
hard
working
and
always
will
They
can
cut
a
calf
and
rope
a
cow
Set
a
trap,
shoot
coyotes,
hold
the
reins,
hold
a
hand,
twist
wire
They
live
for
God,
and
they
work
like
a
man
My
hands
may
not
be
your
kind
of
beautiful
Your
kind
of
beautiful
They're
torn
and
cracked
Ripped
and
bruised
and
they're
Beautiful
And
they
get
the
job
done
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