Luyện nghe bài hát Bird Flying

I don't know I am
But I like it here just
It's dark and
And I like it here fine
was a reason
But I can't it
I it had to do with being alive
No, no, no God I don't to go
Give that great gift of
To poor soul
I don't think it lasted my skin
Was thin back curled like
A question mark eyes by cataracts
The twilight tears I think I them
I was gone, gone,
Fragments of what was and what happened
This time no beginning no end it rushing
By it goes rushing by take away the of
What happened this time no no end
It goes by like this it goes by this
If are angels
Can't I be one of
Or if not an
how about bird flying?
What lesson did I
All of I guess
But learning them will kill me
Oh yea, that work
was blood on the tile and the phone was ringing
Newspaper on the table and the cats sat waiting
The silence was by the sound of traffic and
The birds in the
It was the end of