Luyện nghe bài hát Thorns

1]
If cunning was our
falsity became our sport
Beings like trellises of
And vines whose beauty so hid
The biting of recompense
alone to bare and grit
Self-designed
Jutting out of our
all passers-by
"Careful, I'm beautiful, but you wouldn't like what's
For while reveling in my form, you'll only from my sins"
Perhaps the change began in the springs of our
with poison, stunting in its toxicity
Or cutback too in our pruning
Trimmed with shaking hands, selfish
jagged with self-loathing, insecurities
But we have to let it dictate

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

2]
Shake free of the yoke, our mental
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 from your bones

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