Luyện nghe bài hát The Surgeon And The Scientist

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

These scars fade away but never disappear, my dear.
raise our fists 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 we watched and swore in doorways, "we will never be the same again."

I can feel you healing and I it,
(Like a without hands you only bang the strings
You to love to touch so much)
To hear the drain violently and then dissolve
Like all the I sang but never once could make you smile.
My god, I kill 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 than him"
But don't trust the with your heart,
She's and sips from poison cups, and
Don't you the scientist,
He says "life-is-like-a-wineglass" as he spills his
Like
All across your dress and

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