Luyện nghe bài hát Violets In My Hand

This is a story a man
A story about the violence in his hand
On trigger
He used to taking shit
So no one's it
And his getting bigger
scarred by his own civil war
Hate - he the ones he hates
He hurts the ones he loves and care for
The sleeps on his floor

Violence, violence in his

As a he slept on rainy roofs
Safe from his father's cloven
And his mother's of fire
never figured out what it all meant
The of descent
So, rising from the pyre and the
Redeemingly soaked by the
To away the pain
To loosen up the upon his mind
He still it inside

Violence, violence in his