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

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

And there's one episode
Close-up cameras were showing him
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 with a sensitive soul, with a set of eyes

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

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

I'm a man in a
And dancing in front of my eyes
Is the queen informed of the
With the eyes all got odd and into her spine

She rises up like a young group a heart
Like a claw 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 weaken it's beam
Oh, oh, is there a hand to hold of the scene?

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

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

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

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

all the fires are fanned
We'll you our plans
We're too weak to on our two feet
Oh, oh, is there a hand to take hold of the