Luyện nghe bài hát Learning How to Fall

Well, I don't a diary, I sing my songs
Drag the brush over anything to my wrongs
Pushed a whole lotta limits just to make my palms and pump to the rhythm when the monitor's on
I make hearts jump, defibrillator art
Fishing from the shore when the ship-in-a-jar
Blind sided by the rhythm with a hard
Pointing in my little inner center he starts up
There's no rest when you're born with your last phrase on your chest
And the way out of it is written in text
You can sing anything your soul in you let's

So, I guess I let it all out
Break little wall down
Let the music in me call out the brittle part of all doubt me down
I learn how to fall

Spoke out of what you call love
I'll send it with a tryin' to write with blood
The tip under my tongue
I'm not leavin' 'til I'm, I'm not leavin' 'til I'm
out of what you might call hate
Tattooed on the of the fist I face
play it 'til I get my grace
Not leavin' I'm, not leavin' 'til I'm saved

I don't have a journal now, can't make noise
Broke a whole lotta speakers just to my voice
Took a lotta needles just to poke those holes made for breathing when I make my choice
God, help us if it me
Slowing the tape speed
Fate with a scrape and his fake teeth
Naysayer that will race what his brake feet and crash into the prison been planning on to break free
from the pen, words held prisoner and incased in it's stem
Stationary, people signs bound from the place where a boss sets you free of cagin' you in

So, I I gotta let it all out
Break another wall down
Let the music in me call out the little part of all holding' me down
I gotta learn how to

Spoke out of what you call love
I'll send it a sword trying' to write with blood
The tip stuck under my
I'm not leavin' 'til I'm, I'm not 'til I'm done
Spoke out of what you might hate
on the knuckles of the fist I face
Gotta play it I get my grace
Not leavin' 'til I'm, not leavin' 'til I'm

Spoke out of what you call love
I'll send it a sword tryin' to write with blood
The tip stuck under my
I'm not leavin' 'til I'm, I'm not 'til I'm done
Spoke out of you might call hate
Tattooed on the knuckles of the I face
play it 'til I get my grace
Not leavin' I'm, not leavin' 'til I'm saved