Luyện nghe bài hát Broken Butterflies

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

You stand inside the
And feast on cherries
And the manna from Heaven
And spit out the

You spread your anger on sharp-edged
Cut my and make it bleed
Pilate in his self righteousness
You're a and a thief

And choking on your words
up your lies
Tumbling from mouth
A of broken butterflies

butterflies
They rest wings snapped in two
On way to certain death
Their gold an' blue

But the blood that flows I cannot
The blood that me
Nourishes the
And are healed and are set free

I wish you had Ruth possessed
But then I don't expect of you
Grace and honor and
And the love you refuse

Will you ever learn to just
Will you open beautiful eyes?
And bleed the way did
And fix the butterflies