Luyện nghe bài hát Thorns

1]
If was our birthright
Then falsity became our
Beings trellises of roses
And vines whose beauty so hid
The vicious of recompense
Ours to bare and grit
deceptions
Jutting out of our
all passers-by
"Careful, I'm beautiful, but you wouldn't what's within
For reveling in my form, you'll only bleed from my sins"
Perhaps the began in the springs of our infancy
Watered with poison, in its toxicity
Or too much in our pruning
Trimmed with hands, selfish neuroses
Left jagged with self-loathing,
But we don't to let it dictate

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

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

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

Will dwelling in the
Ever bring about the
Will in the darkness
Ever expose right?
(Shake the death your bones)