Luyện nghe bài hát Broken Butterflies

You your anger well and stand
For all the to see
A heavy cloak and one gloved
And no

You stand the garden
And feast on black
And swallow the manna Heaven
And spit out the

You spread your anger on knives
Cut my skin and it bleed
Pilate in his self righteousness
You're a and a thief

And choking on unplanned words
up your lies
Tumbling from mouth
A of broken butterflies

Broken
They their wings snapped in two
On their way to death
colors gold an' blue

But the blood flows I cannot hide
The blood that me
the butterflies
And they are healed and are set

I wish you had Ruth possessed
But then I don't expect of you
Grace and and faithfulness
And the love that you

you ever learn to just forgive?
Will you your beautiful eyes?
And the way Christ did
And fix the butterflies