Luyện nghe bài hát Thorns

1]
If cunning was our
falsity became our sport
Beings like of roses
And vines whose so splendidly hid
The vicious biting of
Ours alone to bare and
Self-designed
Jutting out of our
all passers-by
"Careful, I'm beautiful, but you like what's within
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 in our pruning
Trimmed with shaking hands, neuroses
Left jagged with self-loathing,
But we don't to let it dictate

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

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

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

Will in the negatives
Ever about the light?
Will in the darkness
expose what's right?
(Shake the from your bones)