Luyện nghe bài hát Broken Butterflies

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

You stand inside the
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
Like in his self righteousness
You're a and a thief

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

Broken
They rest their snapped in two
On their way to certain
Their gold an' blue

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

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

Will you ever learn to just
Will you open your eyes?
And the way Christ did
And fix the broken