Luyện nghe bài hát The Tin Man Gets His Heart

You hold your head in your
Your pregnant sighs are fully
You hold your breath a gun
Or just like a grenade you throw it
Into the first that you belong
at the first face you can count on
You couldn't be wrong
Not if you said the was flat
And were the one
scared they'll lead you on
But if you just your guard down
find you're one of them
That bitter taste in mouth
Shows still reeling from rejection
That cautious pace with you walk
Shows how quick you'll change direction
Out of the first place you belong
Away faces you can count on
Your chest will rust
Or maybe cave in from of trust
You're out at straws
You think out to pick at your flaws
You be more wrong
you're just like all of them