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 my palms shake and pump to the rhythm when the monitor's on
I hearts jump, defibrillator art pump
Fishing from the shore when the ship-in-a-jar
Blind by the rhythm with a hard thump
in my little inner center when he starts up
There's no when you're born 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 I gotta let it all out
another little 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 might call
I'll send it with a sword tryin' to with blood
The tip under my tongue
I'm not leavin' 'til I'm, I'm not 'til I'm done
out of what you might call hate
Tattooed on the of the fist I face
Gotta play it I get my grace
Not leavin' 'til I'm, not leavin' 'til I'm

I don't have a journal now, 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 when I my choice
God, help us if it me
down the tape speed
Fate maker a scrape and his fake teeth
Naysayer that race what his brake feet and crash into the prison you've been planning on to break free
Escape the pen, words held prisoner and incased in it's stem
Stationary, people signs from the place where a boss sets you free instead of cagin' you in

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

out of what you might call love
I'll send it with a sword trying' to write 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 play it 'til I get my
Not leavin' I'm, not leavin' 'til I'm saved

Spoke out of you might call love
I'll it with a sword 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
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