Luyện nghe bài hát The Surgeon And The Scientist

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

These scars will fade away but disappear, my dear.
We'll raise our fists lightning to rods to god and
If he us down,
Then he us down.
But first, let him hear us
We are the legacy 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 used to to touch so much)
To hear the dissonance drain and then dissolve
Like all the I sang but never once could 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 still exists, and still thrives
Though we've buried our in blood (and old lies,
Like, "I'm fine" and "you look so much better him"
But don't the surgeon with your heart,
She's drunk and sips from cups, and
you trust the scientist,
He says "life-is-like-a-wineglass" as he spills his
Like
All across dress and says:

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