Luyện nghe bài hát Broken Butterflies

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

You stand inside the
And feast on cherries
And swallow the manna Heaven
And spit out the

You spread anger on sharp-edged knives
Cut my skin and make it
Like in his self righteousness
a traitor and a thief

And choking on your words
Coughing up your
Tumbling your mouth
A of broken butterflies

butterflies
They rest their wings in two
On their way to certain
Their colors an' blue

But the blood that flows I cannot
The blood covers me
the butterflies
And they are and are set free

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

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