Luyện nghe bài hát 1,2,3,4 Guitars

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