Luyện nghe bài hát Flat Hand

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

Flat hand to no trace
Mark where the went, left a scratch across your face
Flat land, glittering
Lovers angels from the sand

No eyes shine
To the flailing, fighter
Who once above her head
A trembling lighter

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

Holy Mary, hold the
I want a little baby all my own
Hold the line, hold me
I got a hole in my arm and I cant get it

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

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