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

I'm the band in a
Bout a man holding with his wife
On a therapist couch with his face to the
After fucking countless nights

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

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

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

And as he speaks his line
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 in front of my eyes
Is the queen informed of the
With the eyes all got odd and rumpled into her

She rises up like a young from a heart
Like a claw splits apart like a jaw, an eye
And she asks me with a

We were so far right
We were the fight
We were letting the light weaken it's
Oh, oh, is there a hand to take hold of the

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

Our life that is
And is the cryingest eyes
Gracing each face that is the waste
That is as one's fairly fly

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

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

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