Luyện nghe bài hát Learning How to Fall

Well, I have a diary, I sing my songs
Drag the brush anything to change my wrongs
Pushed a whole lotta limits just to make my palms shake and 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 thump
Pointing in my little inner center when he up
There's no rest when you're with your last phrase scribbled on your chest
And the only way out of it is in text
You can sing over anything soul in you let's

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

Spoke out of what you might call
I'll send it with a 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 call
Tattooed on the of the fist I face
Gotta play it 'til I get my
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 just to hear my voice
Took a whole lotta needles just to poke holes made for breathing when I make my choice
God, help us if it me
Slowing down the tape
Fate maker with a and his fake teeth
Naysayer that will race what his brake and crash into the prison you've been planning on to break free
Escape from the pen, words prisoner and incased in it's stem
Stationary, people signs bound from the place where a sets you free instead of cagin' you in

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

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

out of what you might call love
I'll it with a sword tryin' to write with blood
The tip stuck under my
I'm not leavin' I'm, I'm not leavin' 'til I'm done
Spoke out of you might call 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