Luyện nghe bài hát Broken Mess

He can't sleep, he eat
He keeps thinking her behind the locked door of her bedroom
As she knowingly tortures the that is left of her bridegroom
And did he do to deserve
whore of a wife who parades her disgrace to his face now
When he loved her and gave up his in more ways than she knows how
And all I can say is

is a terrible art, it's a hook in the heart
That can drag you on broken
And as you protest the shards in flesh
The hook tears out your chest until you're a broken mess

is God in this rot?
Depraved she the most heinous of sins and breaks her vows
But he loves her all the crimes she devises in his house
Where is God? I've been
That close to the broken, it's true I have spoken with Him some
When I look in my brother's eyes I can see where his comes from
And all he can say is

Love is a terrible art, a hook in the heart
That can drag you on glass
And as you protest the shards in flesh
The hook tears out your chest until just a broken mess

But he has mercy on her and does not bleed him dry
A credit to his self if it were me that monster would probably die

Love is a beautiful thing, she can make your heart
When walking on broken glass
She will open your eyes, your heart feel alive
Point you toward the
you leave all this broken mess behind

Love is a thing
Will you this broken mess behind?