Luyện nghe bài hát Learning How to Fall

Well, I have a diary, I sing my songs
the brush over anything to change my wrongs
Pushed a whole limits just to make my palms shake and pump to the rhythm when the monitor's on
I make hearts jump, defibrillator art
Fishing from the shore when the sunk
Blind sided by the rhythm with a hard
Pointing in my inner center when he starts up
There's no rest when you're born with your last phrase scribbled on chest
And the only way out of it is written in
You can sing anything your soul in you let's

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

Spoke out of what you might love
I'll send it with a sword tryin' to write with
The tip stuck under my
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 fist I
Gotta play it I get my grace
Not leavin' I'm, not leavin' 'til I'm saved

I have a journal now, they can't make noise
Broke a whole lotta just to hear my voice
Took a lotta needles just to poke those holes made for breathing when I make my choice
God, us if it makes me
Slowing down the speed
Fate maker with a scrape and his fake
Naysayer that will race what his brake feet and crash the prison you've been planning on to break free
Escape from the pen, words held prisoner and incased in it's
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
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 love
I'll send it with a sword trying' to write with
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
Tattooed on the of the fist I face
Gotta it 'til I get my grace
Not leavin' 'til I'm, not leavin' 'til I'm

Spoke out of what you might love
send 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' 'til I'm
Spoke out of what you might hate
Tattooed on the knuckles of the fist I
Gotta it 'til I get my grace
Not 'til I'm, not leavin' 'til I'm saved