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

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

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

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

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

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

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

She up like a young group from a heart
Like a claw splits like a jaw, like an eye
And she me with a sigh

We were so far right
We were the fight
We were letting the light weaken it's
Oh, oh, is there a to take hold 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 up to you, I'd like to bear witness to

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

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

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

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