Luyện nghe bài hát Broken Butterflies

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

You stand inside the
And on black cherries
And the manna from Heaven
And out the seeds

You spread your anger on sharp-edged
Cut my skin and it bleed
Like in his self righteousness
You're a and a thief

And choking on your unplanned
Coughing up your
Tumbling your mouth
A flurry of broken

butterflies
They rest their snapped in two
On way to certain death
Their gold an' blue

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

I wish you had what possessed
But then I expect that of you
Grace and and faithfulness
And the love that you

Will you ever learn to forgive?
Will you open your beautiful
And bleed the way did
And fix the butterflies