Luyện nghe bài hát Flat Hand

Flat hand, open
mouth was screaming, your eyes were calm
Flat land, Psalm
Little Bo Peep, your sheep done

Flat hand to no trace
Mark where the nail went, left a scratch your face
Flat land, strand
Lovers angels banished the sand

No shine brighter
To the flailing, fighter
Who held above her head
A glowing trembling

No pounds harder to the sinking, drinking martyr
Who trembled on the
As her last dream boat
Beneath the deep and sleepless

Mary, hold the phone
I want a baby thats all my own
Hold the line, hold me
I got a in my arm and I cant get it right

Holy flesh, bones
Run off and me, all alone
Hopped up boy, frail
I got a hole in my arm and I know, Im bound to

of my blood is what you are
No wise mans gift from afar
Blood of my blood flows your veins
And bound our hearts in chains