Luyện nghe bài hát Broken

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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