Luyện nghe bài hát Broken Butterflies

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

You stand the garden
And on black cherries
And swallow the from Heaven
And spit out the

You spread anger on sharp-edged knives
Cut my skin and it bleed
Like Pilate in his righteousness
You're a and a thief

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

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

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

I wish you had what Ruth
But then I expect that of you
and honor and faithfulness
And the love that you

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