Luyện nghe bài hát Thorns

1]
If cunning was our
Then falsity became our
Beings like trellises of
And vines beauty so splendidly hid
The vicious biting of
Ours alone to bare and
deceptions
Jutting out of our
all passers-by
"Careful, I'm beautiful, but you like what's within
For while in my form, you'll only bleed from my sins"
Perhaps the change began in the of our infancy
Watered with poison, stunting in its
Or cutback too in our pruning
Trimmed with hands, selfish neuroses
Left with self-loathing, insecurities
But we don't to let it dictate

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

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 will not how tall we will grow

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

Will in the negatives
Ever about the light?
Will in the darkness
expose what's right?
(Shake the death from bones)