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

I'm the in a show
Bout a man holding with his wife
On a couch with his face to the ground
After fucking around nights

And this one episode
Close-up cameras were showing him
His red and his red eyes

I'm the in a show
Bout a boy being alive
From his head to his toes by a
But with a sensitive soul, with a set of eyes

And there's this scene in the
When a hustler knows gonna die
The opens and he climbs 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 of the flaws
With the eyes all got odd and rumpled into her

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

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

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

Our life that is
And is filling the eyes
Gracing each face that is the waste
That is as one's fairly fly

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

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

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