Luyện nghe bài hát Wooden Heart

Were all born to broken people on their honest day of living
and since that first breath... Well grace that weve never given
I've been haunted by standard red devils and white
and it's not only these eyes are closed
these lies are ropes that I tie in my stomach,
but they hold this ship together tossed like leaves in weather
and my dreams are sails that I point my true north,
stretched thin my rib bones, and pray that it gets better
but it wont wont, at I dont believe it will...
so I've built a wooden heart inside iron ship,
to these blood red seas and find your coasts.
dont let these waves wash your hopes
this war-ship is sinking, and I still in anchors
pulling fist fulls of rotten wood from my heart, I still believe in
but I that we are all made out of shipwrecks, every single board
washed and bound like crooked teeth on these shores
so come on and lets wash each other with tears of joy and tears of
and fold our lives like waves and run up on this beach
come on and sew us together, tattered rags stained
we only what we remember

I am the barely living son of a and man who barely made it
but were making it taped together on borrowed crutches and new
we all the same holes in our hearts...
falls apart at the exact same time
that it all comes together for the next step
but my fear is this prison... I keep locked below the main deck
I keep a key under my pillow, its quiet and its
and my hopes are that Im still learning how to use right
but theyre heavy and Im awkward...always out of fight
so Ive carved a wooden heart, put it in sinking ship
hoping it would help me float for just a few weeks
I am made out of shipwrecks, every twisted beam
lost and found you and me scattered out on the sea
so come on lets wash other with tears of joy and tears of grief
and fold our lives like crashing waves and run up on this
come on and sew us together, some tattered rags stained forever
we only have what we

My throat it still tastes house fire and salt water
I wear tide like loose skin, rock me to sea
if we hold on tight well each other together
and not be some fools rushing to die in our sleep
all these machines rust I promise, but we'll still be electric
shocking each other to life
Your in mine, my fingers in your veins connected
our bones together inside
our hands entwined, your fingers in my braided
our grown stronger in time
are church is made out of shipwrecks
from every these rocks have claimed
but we pick ourselves up, and try and better through the change
so on yall and lets wash each other with tears of joy and tears of grief
and fold our lives like crashing waves and run up on this
come on and sew us together, just tattered rags stained forever
we have what we remember