Luyện nghe bài hát Cry For You

This thorn in my
Is the only thing I got
And it's so hard to
everybody thinks you're perfect

But I cry for you
If you it too
And cry for you
If you show how to
The in the room

Take it away, I beg you, it all away
The it causes, it makes me wish I could fade away
If they what you knew, they probably shun me
I'm surprised you it all and you love me
I I break your heart
Body of death, give me rest, if my stops
it don't hurt no more, can't get worse no more
Can't pursue all desires, it ain't cursed no more
No lies about my worth no more
I understand the thoughts of that do reside
But when I stop and think my family, I feel new inside
I promised I would die a deaths 'fore I cause them any pain
But somehow I end up everything
I cry for you
If you a dark, twisted, heart-wrenching, hate-to-see-your-own-reflection
Praying for an intervention, feeling and feeling shame
I just call on name
Praying daily, can you take away this
Take the thorn
it remains, I
the same, I
Know I'm here, but
Still insane
Satan would to see my give up and throw up my hands
He say I'm but You say I'm clean

thorn in my flesh
Is the only thing I got
And it's so hard to
When everybody thinks perfect

But I cry for you
If you it too
And cry for you
If you how to lose
The in the room

Yeah, Sunday morning, or Sunday
I woke up dead inside from all the I saw before me
Evil tryna away my testimony
Starin' at my phone, like a phony
Oh I cry for you, I die for you
To escape the pain I feel from all that I've been
I feel it in my and in my chest
Take away this ugly inside my flesh
Give me
But is sufficient to start my mission
I'm so far from perfect, can't they listen
But hear a broken man 'til your happens
And hear a liar tell you truth to bring you
I could never in my accomplishments
I can hope in God with confidence
of optimist, U and I are consonants
Broken all the vowels, deservin' of every
Will you cry for me, or will you me
you throw stones at my head, or will you love me
I could never be that you wanna see
But crooked sticks draw lines, just look at me
(But crooked sticks draw straight lines, look at me)

This thorn in my
Is the thing I got left
And it's so to confess
everybody thinks you're perfect

But I cry for you
If you it too
And cry for you
If you how to lose
The elephants in the