Luyện nghe bài hát Thorns

1]
If was our birthright
falsity became our sport
Beings like of roses
And whose beauty so splendidly hid
The vicious biting of
Ours alone to bare and
Self-designed
out of our skin
Warning all
"Careful, I'm beautiful, but you like what's within
For reveling in my form, you'll only bleed from my sins"
Perhaps the change began in the of our infancy
Watered with poison, stunting in its
Or too much in our pruning
with shaking hands, selfish neuroses
Left jagged with self-loathing,
But we don't have to let it

Shake the from your bones
the death from your bones
Shake the death from bones

2]
Shake of the yoke, our mental oppressions
No frozen, the key in our possession
Swing open cell, break off that rearview
as the tree grows out of the heart of stone
Our past will not dictate how we will grow

Shake the from your bones
the death from your
Shake the death your bones

Will in the negatives
bring about the light?
Will living in the
Ever expose what's
(Shake the from your bones)