Luyện nghe bài hát Hand To Take Hold Of The Scene, A

I'm the in a show
Bout a man hands with his wife
On a therapist couch with his face to the
After fucking around nights

And there's this one
Close-up cameras showing him crying
His red and his red eyes

I'm the in a show
Bout a boy being buried
From his head to his toes by a
But with a sensitive soul, with a set of eyes

And there's this in the show
When a hustler knows gonna die
The ground opens and he climbs

And as he speaks his last
A thought from his mind
And I pick it up and it through the TV
Oh, oh, is a hand to take hold of the scene?

I'm a man in a
And they're dancing in of my eyes
Is the queen informed of the
With the eyes all got odd and into her spine

She rises up like a group from a heart
a claw splits apart like a jaw, like an eye
And she asks me a sigh

We were so far from
We using the fight
We were letting the light weaken it's
Oh, oh, is there a hand to take of the scene?

I to smile like a glistening shot of a kiss
as sharp as a knife, the day expires
In the dry, cracked, trembling [Incomprehensible]
But this inside
I lift them up to you, I'd like to bear to

Our that is fine
And is filling the eyes
Gracing face that is making the waste
is broken as one's fairly fly

Love is in us
Of ol' cynical covetest, cancerous vibe
And a beauty that annihilates all

Like it's lived in these nights, holding your hatred
Like a sign that should you strong
When the doors are tight, I will dream you tonight
And my will just sweep you along

When all the are fanned
shout you our plans
We're too weak to stand on our two
Oh, oh, is there a to take hold of the scene?