Luyện nghe bài hát Wooden Heart

Were all born to broken people on their most honest day of
and since that first breath... Well need grace that weve given
I've been haunted by standard red and white ghosts
and it's not only when these eyes are
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 over my rib bones, and pray that it better
but it wont wont, at least I dont it will...
so I've built a wooden heart inside iron ship,
to sail these blood red seas and your coasts.
dont let these wash away your hopes
this war-ship is sinking, and I still in anchors
pulling fist fulls of rotten from my heart, I still believe in saviors
but I know we are all made out of shipwrecks, every single board
washed and like crooked teeth on these rocky shores
so come on and lets wash each other with tears of joy and of grief
and fold our like crashing waves and run up on this beach
come on and sew us together, tattered rags forever
we have what we remember

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

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