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 the garden
And feast on cherries
And the manna from Heaven
And spit out the

You spread your anger on knives
Cut my skin and make it
Like in his self righteousness
You're a and a thief

And choking on your unplanned
Coughing up your
Tumbling from your
A of broken butterflies

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

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

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

Will you ever to just forgive?
you open your beautiful eyes?
And the way Christ did
And fix the butterflies