Luyện nghe bài hát Write it Out

Yeah I try to write it out, not what I recall
I cant tell if its or story telling now
It very quickly but it seemed to last for hours
And everything was crisp and clean till all came crashing

So much and debris that I was nearly blind with panic,
and was no one anywhere to turn to be saved
the tyranny and cavalcade. And all use was lost.

And the more that I would struggle, the more that I entwined
And the & the thorns became my flesh and I was vine.
Creeping deep the pavement, breaking ground as I grew fast
To the center of the city and up again I did gasp
in the air or the breeze and I was still with a start

And there people everywhere to behold and admire
And I longed to be one of and though I was lost
I felt familiar with my surroundings, though they look quite right
someplace that I had been before, under cover of night.
And I found my way by light of day to the of a crowd
and told them I was one of them and begged them for help.
And stones they took their aim, and I knew I would die at their hands
Where I was crowned a heretic to be loathed and set fire and laid upon a pyre of

And as I cast my eyes to the sky I felt touch,
so gentle and so soothing I knew I had been saved,
but my movements were so labored and my will had betrayed
But my lips were collop now and to them I am enslaved.
And the indiscretions that I made were met with rage
And I burned to be free and you rescued me
with your voice and beckoned me beside you and touch was alive.
Sensational and vibrant and with care and words

You say A is a stealthy thing, you cannot know its plans.
You were only dreaming, dear, and now here with me again.
You ask if Id account to you the of my night
And you handed me this pad and this pen with to write.
While its fresh in mind.
Before it gets
Before it gets
it gets away
Before it gets