Luyện nghe bài hát Violets In My Hand

This is a about a man
A short about the violence in his hand
On automatic
He ain't to taking shit
So no giving it
And his ego's bigger
scarred by his own civil war
Hate - he the ones he hates
He hurts the ones he loves and don't for
The sleeps on his floor

Violence, in his hand

As a child he on rainy roofs
Safe from his father's hooves
And his mother's of fire
They figured out what it all meant
The of descent
So, rising from the pyre and the
Redeemingly soaked by the
To wash away the
To loosen up the strain upon his
He still keeps it

Violence, violence in his