Luyện nghe bài hát The Surgeon And The Scientist

Don't this an art project.
is science, this is progress.
And don't pretend these are words, we are
Children dressed as surgeons but by the sight of our scars.
And now we carry to trace the scarring resting somewhere
On the between 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
Just to hold you, I held you.
Pressed like a rose my fingers or like stones
I keep in pockets meant to me underwater.

These will fade away but never disappear, my dear.
We'll raise our fists like to rods to god and
If he us down,
Then he us down.
But first, let him us speak:
We are like the of thunderstorms 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 bang the strings
You to love to touch so much)
To hear the drain 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 reach out to my hands, and frail,
To make good on the love you swear still exists, and still thrives
Though we've buried our in blood (and old lies,
Like, "I'm fine" and "you look so much than him"
But don't trust the surgeon with heart,
She's drunk and sips poison cups, and
you trust the scientist,
He says "life-is-like-a-wineglass" as he spills his
secrets
All across your and says:

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