Luyện nghe bài hát Broken Butterflies

You wear your anger and stand
For all the to see
A cloak and one gloved hand
And no

You stand the garden
And feast on cherries
And swallow the manna Heaven
And spit out the

You spread your on sharp-edged knives
Cut my skin and it bleed
Like Pilate in his righteousness
You're a traitor and a

And choking on unplanned words
Coughing up your
Tumbling your mouth
A flurry of butterflies

butterflies
They rest their snapped in two
On their way to death
colors gold an' blue

But the blood that flows I hide
The that covers me
Nourishes the
And they are and are set free

I wish you had what Ruth
But then I don't that of you
Grace and and faithfulness
And the love you refuse

Will you ever learn to forgive?
Will you open your beautiful
And bleed the way did
And fix the butterflies