Luyện nghe bài hát Broken Mess

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

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

Where is God in this
Depraved she commits the heinous of sins and breaks her vows
But he her despite all the crimes she devises in his house
Where is God? I've been
That He's close to the broken, it's true I spoken with Him some
I look in my brother's eyes I can see where his love 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 you're just a mess

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

Love is a beautiful thing, she can make your sing
When you're walking on broken
She will open eyes, make your heart feel alive
Point you the sunrise
Help you all this broken mess behind

Love is a thing
Will you leave broken mess behind?