Luyện nghe bài hát The Surgeon And The Scientist

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

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

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

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