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 with his face to the ground
After around countless nights

And this one episode
cameras were showing him crying
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 there's this in the show
a hustler knows he's gonna die
The ground and he climbs inside

And as he speaks his line
A falls from his mind
And I pick it up and it through 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 informed of the
With the all got odd and rumpled into her spine

She rises up like a young group from a
Like a claw splits apart like a jaw, an eye
And she asks me a sigh

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

I wanted to smile like a 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 that is
And is the cryingest eyes
Gracing each that is making the waste
is broken as one's fairly fly

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

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

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