Luyện nghe bài hát Delicate Cutters

It's the lack
Of I keep
out, lashing out

It's the lines
Run the walls
I believe they never fall
The walls leave
And the walls begin to

Ahh, and my toes against the
I stare
The door inside the
Your face the door
You crawl across the

The picture moves
My books are still
You to my feet
You across the floor

I, throw your head the ice
I, my head through a window
Crash, poetry

four o'clock, I'm waiting
Your face
I keep your name
I'm writing this, you
You crash the wall
You off the floor

I, slide your across the ice
I, throw my hands the window
Crash, like

A
of delicate cutters
All sitting down, the has many doors
All but one of are closed
She goes
(Remember)
the doors

This has another
Full of innocent
One of are closed

She around
has another ending
(Remember the room)
Full of cutters
Opening the