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 couch his face to the ground
After around countless nights

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

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

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

And as he his last line
A thought from his mind
And I pick it up and it through the TV
Oh, oh, is there a hand to take hold of the

I'm a man in a
And they're in front of my eyes
Is the informed of the flaws
With the eyes all got odd and rumpled her spine

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

We were so far right
We using the fight
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 as a knife, the day expires
In the dry, cracked, trembling lips
But gets inside
I lift them up to you, I'd to bear witness to

Our life that is
And is filling the cryingest
each face that is making the waste
That is broken as fairly fly

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

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

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