Luyện nghe bài hát Thorns

1]
If cunning was our
Then became our sport
Beings trellises of roses
And vines whose so splendidly hid
The biting of recompense
Ours to bare and grit
deceptions
Jutting out of our
Warning all
"Careful, I'm beautiful, but you wouldn't like within
For reveling in my form, you'll only bleed from my sins"
Perhaps the change began in the springs of our
Watered with poison, stunting in its
Or cutback too much in our
with shaking hands, selfish neuroses
Left jagged self-loathing, insecurities
But we don't to let it dictate

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

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

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

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