Luyện nghe bài hát The Tin Man Gets His Heart

You hold head in your hands
pregnant sighs are fully loaded
You hold your like a gun
Or like a grenade before you throw it
Into the first place you belong
Straight at the first face you can on
You be more wrong
Not if you the world was flat
And the only one
You're scared they'll you on
But if you just leat your down
You'll find you're one of
bitter taste in your mouth
Shows you're reeling from rejection
cautious pace with which you walk
Shows just how quick you'll direction
Out of the first place you belong
Away from you can count on
Your hollow chest rust
Or maybe cave in from of trust
You're grasping out at
You think everybody's out to pick at your
You couldn't be more
Because you're just like all of