Luyện nghe bài hát Thorns

1]
If cunning was our
Then falsity our sport
Beings trellises of roses
And vines whose beauty so hid
The biting of recompense
Ours alone to 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"
the change began in the springs of our infancy
Watered with poison, in its toxicity
Or too much in our pruning
with shaking hands, selfish neuroses
Left jagged self-loathing, insecurities
But we have to let it dictate

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

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

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

Will in the negatives
bring about the light?
Will living in the
Ever what's right?
(Shake the death your bones)