Luyện nghe bài hát Broken

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