Luyện nghe bài hát The Surgeon And The Scientist

Don't call an art project.
This is science, is progress.
And don't pretend these are words, we are
Children dressed as surgeons but disturbed by the of our scars.
And now we carry to trace the scarring resting somewhere
On the line between my house, heart 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 stones
I keep in pockets to weigh me underwater.

These scars will fade 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 like the legacy of thunderstorms we watched and swore in doorways, "we will never be the again."

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

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