Luyện nghe bài hát Broken Butterflies

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

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

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

And on your unplanned words
Coughing up lies
Tumbling from your
A of broken butterflies

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

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

I wish you had what possessed
But then I expect that of you
Grace and and faithfulness
And the that you refuse

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