Luyện nghe bài hát Crass Hands

I set my sight on vantage
Far beyond fragile joints
Child in bloom too soon
Knew time cut in lieu a new you

These crass hands pass
You trade ticks for
But it creeps in crevices, bitter

on its eye, engrossed in its lie
The storms to stow
My wrist on its
And Has dismissed what's been missed
on its eye, engrossed in its lie
The storms to stow
My wrist on its x3

These crass hands will
You ticks for tricks
But it in crevices, bitter benevolence