Luyện nghe bài hát Bird Feeder

I'm older now
I gotta pry these off me that just bolt me down
So let the gauge
I fill the pipes of my kitchen with scotch
Wash the out, do my dishes, sweep my spot
I was smokin weed on my canopy
But nowadays all I really is my family
I found solace, I found a gal that bite
My heartbeats the sound of calliope pipes
wanna be my dad's senile son
But my death taught me how to treat my lungs
You see, cleanses me like a three mile run
It'll help me untangle every dream I've

I am at my new front door
I made a feeder outta beer bottles lying on the floor
I am lookin at my new front
And I am not about to bite poisonous apple core
I am a figure, a father of sorts
Responsible in no time to my fuse short
Still I'm, I'm right
If don't wanna love me, fuck 'em
I haven't changed, got sick of being what I wasn't

I be confined by a genre
And that a mantra
I just think it's healthy for me to
Throught the pomegranate
The towns and promenades
Where penpushers choke down their marmalade
of romance, Huxters
Avenue performers, balloon buskers
Multi-colored pill-shoveling slimeball pool hustlers
Discharge carcinogens outta car mufflers
My town still breeds deers and wild
My life is all around the house in brown boxes
I am an human, I am a man
That's quite of God's plan, you understand.

I am lookin' at my new front
I made a bird feeder outta beer lying on the floor
I am at my new front door
And I am not about to bite another poisonous core
I am a figure, a father of sorts
Responsible in no time to keep my short
I'm, I'm right here
If they don't wanna me, fuck 'em
I haven't changed, just got sick of being I wasn't

I understood suicide better than
But it just for me, it's not my cup of tea
I accept the challenge that my demons are though
That being patient with a six-year old
That means I admit when I'm wrong or we don't make
And just because we break down doesn't mean we up
And yeah, we got problems, so what
We a love that's so robust
(bring the in)
I'm gonna follow archaic guidlines
Have a family, stay through my lifetime
I'm talkin' oxygen, flow, baseball practice
I for a therapeutic tracklist
My dad is 66-years old, he runs three miles other day
What can I say?
But are the golden years, friends
I my 20's but I would not do them again
Let's begin, it

I am lookin' at my new front
I made a bird feeder outta beer bottles on the floor
I am at my new front door
And I am not about to bite another apple core
I am a figure, a father of sorts
Responsible in no time to keep my short
Still I'm, I'm right
If they don't wanna love me, 'em
I haven't changed, just got sick of being I wasn't