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

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

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

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

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

And as he speaks his line
A thought falls 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 they're in front of my eyes
Is the informed of the flaws
the eyes all got odd and rumpled into her spine

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

We so far from right
We were using the
We were letting the light weaken it's
Oh, oh, is there a hand to take of the scene?

I wanted to smile a glistening shot of a kiss
That's as sharp as a knife, the day
In the dry, cracked, trembling lips
But this gets
I lift up to you, I'd like to bear witness to

Our life that is
And is filling the cryingest
Gracing face that is making the waste
is broken as one's fairly fly

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

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

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