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 inside the garden
And feast on cherries
And swallow the manna from
And spit out the

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

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

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

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

I you had what Ruth possessed
But I don't expect that of you
and honor and faithfulness
And the that you refuse

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