Luyện nghe bài hát Learning How to Fall

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

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

Spoke out of what you call love
I'll send it with a 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 what you call hate
Tattooed on the knuckles of the fist I
Gotta it 'til I get my grace
Not leavin' 'til I'm, not leavin' 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 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 maker with a and his fake teeth
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 in it's stem
Stationary, people signs bound from the place where a sets you free instead of cagin' you in

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

Spoke out of what you might call
send it with a sword trying' 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 call hate
on the knuckles 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 call
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 leavin' 'til I'm
Spoke out of what you might call
Tattooed on the knuckles of the I face
Gotta it 'til I get my grace
Not leavin' 'til I'm, not leavin' 'til I'm