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 couch his face to the ground
fucking around countless nights

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

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

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

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

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

She rises up like a young group a heart
Like a claw apart like a jaw, like an eye
And she me with a sigh

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

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

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

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

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

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