Luyện nghe bài hát The Surgeon And The Scientist

Don't this 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 carry scalpels to the scarring resting somewhere
On the line between my house, your heart and into home.
Where you lay sleeping like a fan in winter,
Gently turning as the wind reaches it's fingers the window
Just to you, like I held you.
Pressed like a rose my fingers or like stones
I keep in pockets to weigh me underwater.

These will fade away but never disappear, my dear.
We'll raise our fists like lightning to 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 and swore in doorways, "we will never be the same again."

I can you healing and I hate it,
(Like a harpist hands you only bang the strings
You used to to touch so much)
To the dissonance drain violently and then dissolve
Like all the songs I sang but never once make you smile.
My god, I would to make you smile.
And reach out to my hands, and frail,
To make good on the love that you swear still exists, and thrives
Though buried our bodies in blood (and old lies,
Like, "I'm fine" and "you look so much better him"
But don't the surgeon with your heart,
drunk and sips from poison cups, and
Don't you the scientist,
He says "life-is-like-a-wineglass" as he his drink
secrets
All across your dress and

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