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

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

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

I'm the band in a
a boy being buried alive
From his to his toes by a criminal
But with a soul, with a set of raccoon eyes

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

And as he speaks his last
A thought from his mind
And I pick it up and 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 informed of the
With the eyes all got odd and rumpled her spine

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

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

Our that is fine
And is the cryingest eyes
Gracing each face that is the waste
That is broken as fairly fly

Love is in us
Of that ol' cynical covetest, 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 dream you
And my dream will sweep you along

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