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

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

There is a within a voice
Lurking between
Hidden parts and scars
And remnants of the deepest

I am in sleeplessness
That we need source of rest
Following with
become a place to lay our heads

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

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

Am I through?
Is this loud
Any means by all
This follows action

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

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

Reparations won't be
We'll set a
Never too late to
So here's your

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

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

searched and tried
And tumbled in the
I've swallowed pride and
What's left of

Reparations won't be
We'll set a
Never too late to
So here's your

(The hand, the furnace)
searched and tried
(The face)
And in the midst
(The hand, the furnace)
searched and tried
(The face)
And tumbled in the