Luyện nghe bài hát Broken

Breathe me in air, innocent.
My bleed.
been writing too much.
Preventing words from searing my battered throat.
And I can't scream so I sketch your face.
Each was a cry.
curve bore blindness.
Prevent my arms failing.
Limitless to your face I can't conform,
But give hands the voice wouldn't have.
It was the first time that our kissed, but our lips, they didn't even touch.
No on skin.
The first in my life that I existed.
And time that we breathed, we were reborn.
reborn each time we breathe.
These nights were gaining yet losing ground.
A grace.
tongue!
I your ways with a pen in my hand, in my hand, in my hand.
I your ways.
Well, in a of time my life went from day to night, incriminating textures.
Where on did you go?
What to us?
With this paint, I will use a brush, apply it to your canvas.
This was once a painting.
lasting memory will control each word that I write.
And I used to that my hands could dance.
I only needed to hold up.
You never a crutch as you tore me away like this fringed papers' edge.
You never a crutch?
But now I see my hand's broken for quite some time.
These impale the senses to this day.
I'm broken.