Luyện nghe bài hát Broken Butterflies

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

You stand the garden
And on black cherries
And swallow the manna Heaven
And out the seeds

You your anger on sharp-edged knives
Cut my and make it bleed
Like in his self righteousness
a traitor and a thief

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

butterflies
They rest wings snapped in two
On their way to death
Their colors 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 that of you
and honor and faithfulness
And the that you refuse

Will you learn to just forgive?
Will you your beautiful eyes?
And bleed the way did
And fix the broken