Luyện nghe bài hát A Hand To Take Hold Of The Scene

I'm the band in a
Bout a man holding hands his wife
On a therapist couch with his to the ground
After fucking around countless

And this one episode
cameras were showing him crying
His red and his red eyes

I'm the in a show
Bout a boy buried alive
From his to his toes by a criminal
But a sensitive soul, with a set of raccoon eyes

And this scene in the show
When a hustler he's gonna die
The ground and he climbs inside

And as he speaks his line
A thought falls from his
And I it up and write it through the TV
Oh, oh, is there a hand to take hold of the

I'm a man in a
And they're in front of my eyes
Is the informed of the flaws
the eyes all got odd and rumpled into her spine

She rises up a young group from a heart
Like a splits apart like a jaw, like an eye
And she asks me with a

We were so far from
We were the fight
We were letting the light weaken beam
Oh, oh, is there a to take hold of the scene?

I wanted to smile a glistening shot of a kiss
as sharp as a knife, the day expires
In the dry, cracked, trembling [Incomprehensible]
But this gets
I lift them up to you, I'd like to witness to

Our life that is
And is the cryingest eyes
Gracing each face that is making the
That is as one's fairly fly

that is in us
Of that ol' covetest, cancerous vibe
And a that annihilates all life

Like it's lived in these nights, your hatred tight
Like a sign that [Incomprehensible] you strong
When the doors are shut tight, I will dream you
And my dream will sweep you along

When all the fires are
shout you our plans
We're too to stand on our two feet
Oh, oh, is there a hand to hold of the scene?