Luyện nghe bài hát 1,2,3,4 Guitars

let's sling our rain slicks February's fantastic antlers
sprouting from the foreheads of world romancers.
the winter's looming like a 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 two's touch keeps ruining for other lovers
like jokers in trick decks in our laps.
there's a train tumbling down torn tracks while weeds blossom from heartbeats that lack.
guitar three's even though her song stopped playing ages and ages ago.
she's at an empty club 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 our rain slicks over every single second
to the dripping from clocks ticking 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.