Luyện nghe bài hát Broken Butterflies

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

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

You spread your anger on knives
Cut my skin and make it
Like in his self righteousness
You're a and a thief

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

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

But the blood that flows I hide
The blood that me
Nourishes the
And are healed and are set free

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

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