Luyện nghe bài hát Bird Feeder

I'm gettin' now
I gotta pry these off me that just bolt me down
So let the pulses
I fill the of my kitchen sink with scotch
Wash the out, do my dishes, sweep my spot
I was glossy-eyed weed on my canopy
But nowadays all I really need is my
I found solace, I found a gal don't bite
My heartbeats resembling the of calliope pipes
Don't be my dad's senile son
But my momma's death taught me how to treat my
You see, nothing me like a three mile run
It'll help me untangle every dream I've

I am lookin' at my new door
I made a bird feeder outta beer bottles 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 figure of sorts
Responsible in no time to my fuse short
I'm, I'm right here
If they don't wanna me, fuck 'em
I haven't changed, just got of being what I wasn't

I will be confined by a
And that ain't a
I just think it's healthy for me to
the pomegranate haze
The ghost towns and
Where corporate penpushers choke their marmalade
of romance, Huxters
Avenue performers, twisting buskers
Multi-colored pill-shoveling shady pool hustlers
carcinogens outta their car mufflers
My town 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 suspicious of God's 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 front
And I am not about to another poisonous apple core
I am a figure, a figure of sorts
Responsible in no time to my fuse short
Still I'm, I'm here
If they wanna love me, fuck 'em
I haven't changed, just got of being what I wasn't

I understood better than ever
But it just ain't for me, not my cup of tea
I accept the challenge that my demons are presenting
That means being patient with a old
means I admit when I'm wrong or we don't make love
And just we break down doesn't mean we break up
And yeah, we got money problems, so
We share a that's so robust
(bring the in)
I'm gonna follow those guidlines
Have a family, stay through my lifetime
I'm talkin' oxygen, blood flow, practice
I yearn for a tracklist
My dad is 66-years old, he runs miles every other day
What more can I
But are the golden years, friends
I loved my but I would not do them again
Let's begin, it

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