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

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

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

I'm the band in a
a boy being buried alive
From his head to his toes by a
But with a sensitive soul, with a set of raccoon

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

And as he speaks his last
A thought falls from his
And I pick it up and 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 of the flaws
With the eyes all got odd and rumpled into her

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

We were so far 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 like a glistening of a kiss
That's as sharp as a knife, the day
In the dry, cracked, trembling lips
But gets inside
I lift them up to you, I'd like to witness to

Our that is fine
And is the cryingest eyes
Gracing each face that is making the
That is as one's fairly fly

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

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

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