Luyện nghe bài hát 1,2,3,4 Guitars

let's sling our slicks over February's fantastic antlers
sprouting the foreheads of world famous romancers.
the winter's like a bloodthirsty bird of prey.
and i guarantee by spring we'll either be famous or goddamned dead.
guitar one fastens languid to busty bones like dust and skin on a dull antique moon.
guitar touch keeps ruining lovers for other lovers
like concealed in trick decks in our laps.
there's a train tumbling down torn paper tracks while weeds blossom heartbeats that lack.
guitar three's dancing even though her stopped playing ages and ages ago.
at an empty dance club suspended in the middle of a rambling sentence.
guitar four says, "if you still in the grace of man,
let me you to greedy greedy hands."
let's sling our rain slicks over single second
to the rapture dripping from clocks all our misadventures.
the winter left with some seventeen-year-old waitress.
and spring's in a pile of all the moments of our misadventures.