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 his face to the ground
After fucking around nights

And there's this one
Close-up cameras were 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 soul, with a set of raccoon eyes

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

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

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

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

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

I wanted to smile like a glistening of a kiss
That's as as a knife, the day expires
In the dry, cracked, trembling lips
But gets inside
I lift up to you, I'd like 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, vibe
And a beauty that all life

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

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