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 his face to the ground
fucking around countless nights

And this one episode
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, a set of raccoon eyes

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

And as he speaks his line
A thought falls his mind
And I pick it up and write it the TV
Oh, oh, is there a hand to take of the scene?

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

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

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

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

Our life is fine
And is the cryingest eyes
Gracing each face that is the waste
is broken as one's fairly fly

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

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

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