Luyện nghe bài hát Flat Hand

Flat hand, palm
Your mouth was screaming, your eyes were
land, 23rd Psalm
Little Bo Peep, your done gone

Flat hand to leave no
Mark where the nail went, left a across your face
Flat land, strand
angels banished from the sand

No eyes shine
To the flailing, fighter
Who once held her head
A glowing lighter

No heart pounds to the sinking, drinking martyr
Who trembled on the
As her dream boat sank
Beneath the and sleepless water

Holy Mary, the phone
I want a little thats all my own
the line, hold me tight
I got a hole in my arm and I get it right

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

Blood of my blood is you are
No wise mans gift sent from
Blood of my blood flows through your
And bound our in crimson chains