Luyện nghe bài hát Violets In My Hand

This is a story a man
A short story the violence in his hand
On trigger
He used to taking shit
So no one's it
And his ego's getting
scarred by his own civil war
Hate - he hurts the ones he
He hurts the ones he and don't care for
The sleeps on his floor

Violence, violence in his

As a child he slept on rainy
Safe his father's cloven hooves
And his mother's of fire
They never figured out what it all
The of descent
So, from the pyre and the smoke
soaked by the rain
To wash the pain
To loosen up the upon his mind
He keeps it inside

Violence, violence in his