Luyện nghe bài hát Broken Butterflies

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

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

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

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

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

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

I wish you had what possessed
But then I expect that of you
Grace and honor and
And the that you refuse

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