Luyện nghe bài hát Bird Feeder

I'm older now
I gotta pry these vices off me that bolt me down
So let the gauge
I the pipes of my kitchen sink with scotch
Wash the out, do my dishes, sweep my spot
I was glossy-eyed smokin on my canopy
But nowadays all I really is my family
I found solace, I found a gal that bite
My heartbeats resembling the of calliope pipes
Don't wanna be my senile son
But my death taught me how to treat my lungs
You see, nothing cleanses me like a mile run
It'll help me untangle every dream I've

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

I will be confined by a
And that ain't a
I think it's healthy for me to wander
the pomegranate haze
The ghost and promenades
Where corporate penpushers choke down their
Engineers of romance,
performers, balloon twisting buskers
Multi-colored slimeball shady pool hustlers
Discharge carcinogens outta their car
My still breeds deers and wild foxes
My life is scattered all the house in brown boxes
I am an human, I am a man
That's quite suspicious of plan, you understand.

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

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

I am at my new front door
I made a bird feeder beer bottles 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 my fuse short
Still I'm, I'm right
If they don't wanna love me, 'em
I haven't changed, just got sick of being what I