Luyện nghe bài hát Broken

Not I've done, not what I've spoken
Not what I've shown, not that I
Just holding on would me broken
But as I am, my hands remain tied

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

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

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

Fear of wind, fear of
We built this house on sand
Fear this might, a stain
Of my own on my hands

My face is scarred, my hands
wash away the fool I've been
Murder one or
would be the greater sin?

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

Fear of wrath, fear of
Fear of what I am
Fear this might, a stain
Of your blood on my

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