Luyện nghe bài hát Thorns

1]
If was our birthright
Then became our sport
Beings like of roses
And vines whose beauty so hid
The vicious of recompense
Ours alone to and grit
deceptions
Jutting out of our
Warning all
"Careful, I'm beautiful, but you like what's within
For while in my form, you'll only bleed from my sins"
Perhaps the began in the springs of our infancy
Watered with poison, stunting in its
Or too much in our pruning
Trimmed with hands, selfish neuroses
jagged with self-loathing, insecurities
But we have to let it dictate

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

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

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

Will dwelling in the
Ever about the light?
living in the darkness
Ever expose right?
(Shake the from your bones)