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

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

is a choice within a voice
Lurking between
Hidden and facial scars
And remnants of the needs

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

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

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

Am I getting
Is loud enough?
Any means by all
This feeling action

You can my worst mistakes
And use for excuses
You can try to
vessel's by itself is worthless

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

Reparations be made
set a precedent
Never too late to
So here's evidence

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

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

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