Luyện nghe bài hát Learning How to Fall

Well, I don't a diary, I sing my songs
the brush over anything to change my wrongs
Pushed a whole lotta limits just to make my palms shake and pump to the rhythm when the on
I make hearts jump, art pump
Fishing from the shore when the sunk
Blind sided by the rhythm a hard thump
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 over anything soul in you let's

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

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

I don't a journal now, they can't make noise
Broke a lotta speakers 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 speed
Fate maker with a scrape and his teeth
Naysayer that will race what his brake feet and crash into the 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 instead of you in

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

Spoke out of you might call love
I'll send it a sword trying' to write 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 knuckles of the I face
play it 'til I get my grace
Not leavin' 'til I'm, not leavin' 'til I'm

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