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

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

And there's this one
cameras were showing him crying
His red and his red eyes

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

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

And as he his last line
A thought from his mind
And I pick it up and write it 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 informed of the flaws
the eyes all got odd and rumpled into her spine

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

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

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

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

Love 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 [Incomprehensible] you strong
the doors are shut tight, I will dream you tonight
And my dream just sweep you along

When all the 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?