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

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

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

I'm the band in a
a boy being buried alive
From his head to his by a criminal
But with a sensitive soul, with a set of raccoon

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

And as he speaks his last
A thought from his mind
And I it up and write it through the TV
Oh, oh, is a hand to take hold of the scene?

I'm a man in a
And dancing 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 group a heart
Like a splits apart like a jaw, like an eye
And she asks me a sigh

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

I wanted to smile like a glistening of a kiss
That's as as a knife, the day expires
In the dry, cracked, trembling [Incomprehensible]
But this inside
I lift up to you, I'd like to bear witness to

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

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

Like it's lived in these nights, holding hatred tight
Like a that should [Incomprehensible] you strong
When the are shut tight, I will dream 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 take hold of the