Luyện nghe bài hát Exhibit Of The Year

Where you I said,
"You me of a portrait in a dream"?
So I'll say, "Cry, but your fade"
This ain't science baby, it's called

If I move my hands
(If I my hands right)
If I move my hands
If I move my hands right will you see yourself
(If I my hands right)
If I move my right
If I move my right

wash my filthy hands off
As your stain my fingers red and black
So take my brushes off portrait of a face
Cause I will paint your smile into

If I move my hands
(If I move my right)
If I move my hands
If I my hands right will you see yourself disappear?
(If I move my right)
If I move my hands
If I move my hands

Fill with black lines
your smile
Layer paint paint until the words dry dead
Deep in your mouth, a dry air
Layer pain upon paint you were never there

you see yourself disappear?
Will you see yourself
Will you see yourself