Luyện nghe bài hát Learning How to Fall

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

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

Spoke out of what you call love
I'll 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' I'm done
Spoke out of what you call hate
Tattooed on the of the fist I face
Gotta play it I get my grace
Not leavin' 'til I'm, not leavin' I'm saved

I don't have a now, they can't make noise
Broke a whole lotta speakers just to hear my
Took a whole lotta needles just to poke those holes made for breathing when I make my
God, help us if it me
Slowing the tape speed
Fate maker a scrape and his fake teeth
Naysayer will race what his brake feet and crash into 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 you free instead of cagin' you in

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

Spoke out of what you call love
I'll it with a sword trying' 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 call hate
Tattooed on the of the fist I face
Gotta play it I get my grace
Not leavin' 'til I'm, not leavin' I'm saved

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