Luyện nghe bài hát Broken Butterflies

You wear your anger 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 anger on sharp-edged knives
Cut my and make it bleed
Like in his self righteousness
a traitor and a thief

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

butterflies
They rest their wings in two
On their way to certain
Their colors an' blue

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

I wish you had what possessed
But then I don't that of you
and honor and faithfulness
And the love you refuse

Will you ever to just forgive?
Will you your beautiful eyes?
And bleed the way did
And fix the broken