Luyện nghe bài hát Hand, The Furnace, The Straight Face

Quiet, 4 A.M.
I was asleep
Trying to the sheep

There is a choice a voice
somewhere between
Hidden parts and scars
And remnants of the deepest

I am convinced in
That we need some of rest
Following frequency
Won't a place to lay our heads

I've searched and
And in the midst
swallowed pride and nullified
What's left of

Reparations be made
set a precedent
Never too to recreate
So your evidence

Am I through?
Is this enough?
Any by all extremes
This feeling follows

You can take my worst
And use for excuses
You can try to
This by itself is worthless

I've and tried
And tumbled in the
I've swallowed and nullified
What's of innocence

Reparations be made
We'll set a
too late to recreate
So here's evidence

The hand, the furnace, the straight
The hand, the furnace, the face

(The hand, the furnace)
I've and tried
(The face)
And tumbled in the
(The hand, the furnace)
I've and tried
(The face)
And in the midst

I've and tried
And in the midst
I've pride and nullified
What's left of

Reparations won't be
We'll set a
too late to recreate
So here's your

(The hand, the furnace)
I've searched and
(The face)
And tumbled in the
(The hand, the furnace)
I've and tried
(The face)
And tumbled in the