Luyện nghe bài hát The Surgeon And The Scientist

Don't this an art project.
is science, this is progress.
And don't pretend are heartfelt words, we are
dressed as surgeons but disturbed by the sight of our scars.
And now we scalpels to trace the scarring resting somewhere
On the line between my house, your and into your home.
you lay sleeping like a ceiling fan in winter,
Gently turning as the wind reaches it's through the window
Just to hold you, like I you.
Pressed like a rose between my fingers or like
I keep in pockets meant to me underwater.

scars will fade away but never disappear, my dear.
We'll raise our like lightning to rods to god and
If he us down,
he strikes us down.
But first, let him hear us
We are the legacy of thunderstorms we watched and swore in doorways, "we will never be the same again."

I can feel you and I hate it,
(Like a harpist without hands you only the strings
You used to love to so much)
To hear the dissonance violently and then dissolve
all the songs I sang but never once could make you smile.
My god, I would kill to you smile.
And reach out to my hands, and frail,
To make good on the love that you still exists, and still thrives
Though we've our bodies in blood (and old lies,
Like, "I'm fine" and "you look so much better him"
But don't the surgeon with your heart,
She's and sips from poison cups, and
Don't you the scientist,
He says "life-is-like-a-wineglass" as he spills his
secrets
All across your and says:

"my dear, I must confess, I never thought you knew what love was like for real.