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

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

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

I'm the band in a
Bout a boy buried alive
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 he's die
The opens and he climbs inside

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

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

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

We so far from 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 glistening shot of a
as sharp as a knife, the day expires
In the dry, cracked, trembling lips
But this inside
I lift them up to you, I'd to bear witness to

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

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

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

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