Luyện nghe bài hát The Tin Man Gets His Heart

You hold your head in your
Your pregnant sighs are loaded
You hold your like a gun
Or just like a grenade before you it
Into the first place you belong
Straight at the first you can count on
You couldn't be more
Not if you said the was flat
And the only one
You're scared lead you on
But if you just leat guard down
You'll find one of them
That taste in your mouth
you're still reeling from rejection
That pace with which you walk
Shows just how quick you'll direction
Out of the place that you belong
Away faces you can count on
Your chest will rust
Or maybe cave in from lack of
You're out at straws
You everybody's out to pick at your flaws
You couldn't be more
Because you're just all of them