Luyện nghe bài hát Broken Butterflies

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

You stand the garden
And feast on black
And the manna from Heaven
And out the seeds

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

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

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

But the blood that I cannot hide
The blood covers me
Nourishes the
And they are healed and are set

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

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