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

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

And there's one episode
Close-up cameras showing him crying
His red and his red eyes

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

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

And as he his last line
A falls from his mind
And I pick it up and it through the TV
Oh, oh, is there a hand to take of the scene?

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

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

We so far from right
We were the fight
We were letting the weaken it's beam
Oh, oh, is there a hand to take hold of the

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

Our life is fine
And is filling the cryingest
Gracing each face that is the waste
That is broken as one's fly

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

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

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