Luyện nghe bài hát I Am A Heart, Watson. The Rest Of Me Is Mere Appendix

Splintered and cracked rungs
Soaking and black lungs
Climbing only brings me closer to
Effort only speeds burning embers to rain

This waves crash up
the varnished sides of the hull
Whose securely insulate
My heart the swells

But these, these tides
Rust grows by the
turns to decay
This tired and old
take much more of the cold
Before it breaks like

I've been drawn and
My anchored to spirited steeds
Who tear with speeds
I've had my turn, crashed, I've burned
catastrophe
It's been right in front of me

This is of proportions
The of enlightenment
This is a which I alone am privy to
My fears have suffocated by vindication
My vessel's bow has
Your beacons along the

I've been and quartered
My limbs anchored to spirited
Who tear with speeds
I've had my turn, I've crashed, burned
Through
It's been here in front of me

So I will grab my
And drag my shovel across the
But I'm not striding
Building sand and moats
I'm off to dig my own

No is needed, no eulogy here
All I need's this final resting
So me a tombstone
it by hand with
"The boy who Mishandled heart"

My goodbyes are to those
Who'll soon eat my

been drawn and quartered
My limbs anchored to spirited
Who with opposite speeds
had my turn, I've crashed, I've burned
Through
You've been right here in of me