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 inside the
And on black cherries
And swallow the manna from
And spit out the

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

And choking on your unplanned
up your lies
Tumbling your mouth
A flurry of broken

Broken
They their wings snapped in two
On way to certain death
Their colors an' blue

But the blood that flows I hide
The that covers me
the butterflies
And they are healed and are set

I you had what Ruth possessed
But then I expect that of you
Grace and and faithfulness
And the love that you

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