Luyện nghe bài hát Thorns

1]
If cunning was our
Then falsity became our
Beings trellises of roses
And vines whose beauty so hid
The vicious biting of
Ours alone to and grit
Self-designed
out of our skin
Warning all
"Careful, I'm beautiful, but you wouldn't like what's
For while reveling in my form, you'll bleed from my sins"
Perhaps the change in the springs of our infancy
Watered poison, stunting in its toxicity
Or cutback too much in our
Trimmed shaking hands, selfish neuroses
jagged with self-loathing, insecurities
But we don't have to let it

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

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

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

Will dwelling in the
Ever bring the light?
living in the darkness
Ever expose what's
(Shake the death from bones)