Luyện nghe bài hát Broken

Breathe me in air, innocent.
My bleed.
been writing too much.
Preventing these words searing my battered throat.
And I can't even scream so I your face.
Each was a cry.
Each bore blindness.
Prevent my arms failing.
Limitless to your face I can't conform,
But give hands the voice wouldn't have.
It was the first time that our words kissed, but our lips, they even touch.
No on skin.
The first time in my that I existed.
And time that we breathed, we were reborn.
We're each time we breathe.
These nights gaining strength yet losing ground.
A grace.
tongue!
I taste your with a pen in my hand, in my hand, in my hand.
I your ways.
Well, in a matter of my life went from day to night, incriminating textures.
Where on did you go?
What to us?
With this paint, I will use a brush, apply it to your canvas.
was once a beautiful painting.
Each lasting memory will control each that I write.
And I used to that my hands could dance.
I only needed to myself up.
You were never a crutch as you me away like this fringed papers' edge.
You were a crutch?
But now I see my hand's broken for quite some time.
These memories impale the to this day.
I'm broken.