Luyện nghe bài hát Chosen

Dreams tossed, in ditches,
Criss-crossed, by and stitches,
But I'm not anymore,
I'm not, who I was before.

Now I scan these you erect,
I see no plan, or to connect,
And the dark glass, lies us in shatters,
And I'm looking past, to what matters.

I was flailing,
at the slaughter,
And you came,
Like you were on water,
See the locks, all been broken,
The are open,
I am chosen,
I am chosen.

My a maze of scars, one for each,
Of the days that light did not reach,
But now I'm seeing myself,
It took some time, it some help.

Flailing, at the slaughter...
Sometimes, it feels flight,
Sometimes, it's a hard, light.

Burning, and fever,
That I can't see,
To be a believer,
And my neck,
What pressed a yoke,
Now lays a token,
I'm chosen,
I am chosen.