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

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

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

I'm the band in a
Bout a boy buried alive
From his to his toes by a criminal
But with a soul, with a set of raccoon eyes

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

And as he his last line
A falls 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 they're dancing in front of my
Is the queen informed of the
With the eyes all got odd and rumpled into her

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

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

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

Our that is fine
And is filling the eyes
Gracing each that is making the waste
That is broken as fairly fly

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

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

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