Luyện nghe bài hát The Surgeon And The Scientist

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

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

I can feel you healing and I it,
(Like a harpist without hands you only bang the
You used to love to so much)
To hear the dissonance violently and then dissolve
Like all the songs I sang but never once make you smile.
My god, I would kill to you smile.
And out to my hands, soft and frail,
To make good on the that you swear still exists, and still thrives
Though we've buried our bodies in (and old lies,
Like, "I'm fine" and "you so much better than him"
But don't trust the surgeon 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 ever knew what love was for real.