Luyện nghe bài hát The Surgeon And The Scientist

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

scars will fade away but never disappear, my dear.
We'll raise our fists like to rods to god and
If he us down,
he strikes us down.
But first, let him us speak:
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 bang the
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 swear still exists, and thrives
Though we've buried our bodies in (and old lies,
Like, "I'm fine" and "you look so much better him"
But don't trust the surgeon with heart,
drunk and sips from poison cups, and
Don't you the scientist,
He says "life-is-like-a-wineglass" as he his drink
Like
All across your and says:

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