Luyện nghe bài hát Learning How to Fall

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

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

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

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

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

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

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