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