Luyện nghe bài hát Broken

Not what I've done, not what I've
Not I've shown, not that I lied
Just holding on would render me
But weak as I am, my hands remain

Fear of wrath, of pain
Fear of facing I am
Fear this might, a stain
Of blood on my hands

My is scarred, my hands unclean
Can't wash away the fool been
Murder one or
Which would be the greater

Straining to hold each I'm taking
A shackle pulls, I can't set it free
Not quite below, but slowly I'm
In saving you I, I would be me

Fear of wind, of rain
We this house on shifting sand
this might, leave a stain
Of my own blood on my

My face is scarred, my hands
Can't wash away the fool I've
one or suicide
Which would be the greater

A wave that hits behind me
A weight pulls from beneath
A that blows all around me
A fear inside that has me

Fear of wrath, fear of
Fear of facing I am
Fear this might, leave a
Of blood on my hands

My face is scarred, my hands
Can't wash away the fool I've
one or suicide
Which would be the greater