Luyện nghe bài hát Bones of Her Hands

She the bones of her hands, to tangle up the soles of her feet.
To make a loss look on paper, 'til it's outside of our reach.
And they're coming in on runway strips to the rival's hatred.
And screaming out uncomfortable and out of favor.

And they the walls, too complicated,
Scrape the in desperation.
too far to wait on,
In the of ...

She takes the bones of her hands, to trample on the of our feet.
To make a loss look good on paper, 'til it's of our reach.
It's the perfect confrontation now to our rival's hatred.
And screaming out uncomfortable and falling from favor.

And it itself too complicated,
the air in suffocation.
Distances, so self-effacing,
In the throws of the of her hand.