Luyện nghe bài hát Learning How to Fall

Well, I don't a diary, I sing my songs
Drag the over anything to change 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, art pump
Fishing from the when the ship-in-a-jar sunk
sided by the rhythm with a hard thump
Pointing in my little center when he starts up
There's no rest when you're born with your last scribbled on your chest
And the only way out of it is written in
You can sing over your soul in you let's

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

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

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

So, I guess I let it all out
another little wall down
Let the music in me out the little part of all doubt holding' me down
I gotta how to fall

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

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