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 to the ground
fucking around countless nights

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

I'm the band in a
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 scene in the
When a hustler he's gonna die
The ground opens and he inside

And as he speaks his line
A thought falls from his
And I pick it up and write it the TV
Oh, oh, is there a hand to take hold of the

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

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

We were so far right
We were the fight
We were letting the light weaken beam
Oh, oh, is a hand to take hold of the scene?

I wanted to smile like a glistening shot of a
That's as sharp as a knife, the day
In the dry, cracked, trembling lips
But this gets
I lift them up to you, I'd to bear witness to

Our life is fine
And is filling the cryingest
each face that is making the waste
That is broken as fairly fly

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

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

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