Luyện nghe bài hát Broken

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

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

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

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

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

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

A that hits from behind me
A weight that from beneath
A storm that blows all me
A inside that has bound me

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

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