Luyện nghe bài hát Blood Red Bird

I was not by the rooster
Nor by the crow's song
But the cry of a blood red bird
this sleeplessness on

Threw the window
on a black garden of thorns
And the cool on my sweat

cries home
Where cries
A blood red bird lies in the
Weeping into leaves
With wing torn and bone

What bent it to bust
To be
What hand I could done it
With two

A red bird
A blood red

We can continually into each other
Just deep enough to rip out a bit more
When we move
A scarf of skin trailing out

Like an
I was only passing
A blood red
A red bird