Luyện nghe bài hát Thorns

1]
If was our birthright
Then became our sport
Beings like of roses
And vines whose so splendidly hid
The vicious of recompense
Ours alone to bare and
Self-designed
Jutting out of our
Warning all
"Careful, I'm beautiful, but you wouldn't like within
For while reveling in my form, you'll only bleed my sins"
Perhaps the change in the springs of our infancy
Watered with poison, in its toxicity
Or cutback too much in our
Trimmed with hands, selfish neuroses
Left jagged with self-loathing,
But we don't to let it dictate

Shake the death your bones
the death from your bones
Shake the death from your

2]
Shake free of the yoke, our oppressions
No frozen, the key in our possession
Swing open your cell, break off rearview
Even as the tree grows out of the of stone
Our past not dictate how tall we will grow

Shake the death your bones
Shake the death your
Shake the death from bones

Will dwelling in the
bring about the light?
Will living in the
Ever expose right?
(Shake the from your bones)