Luyện nghe bài hát Atlas: Three

Maybe I've done
And your golden grew up
this trophy isn't real love
And with or it I'm good enough

Maybe done enough
Finally up
For the time I see an image of my brokenness
Utterly worthy of

Maybe done enough

And I see myself
the eyes of no one else
It's so exhausting on silver screen
Where I play the role of but me

And I see myself
and overwhelmed
A mess of a I'm ashamed to tell
But I'm learning how to break this spell

And I see myself

Now I only want real
To let my heart feel it feels
Gold, silver, or bronze hold no here
work and rest are equally revered

I want what's real
I set aside the highlight
And leave my greatest failures on display an asterisk
Worthy of anyway