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

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

And this one episode
Close-up cameras were him crying
His red head and his red

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

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

And as he his last line
A falls from his mind
And I it up and write it through the TV
Oh, oh, is there a 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 a young group from a heart
Like a splits apart like a jaw, like 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
That's as sharp as a knife, the day
In the dry, cracked, lips [Incomprehensible]
But gets inside
I them up to you, I'd like to bear witness to

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

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

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

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