Luyện nghe bài hát Bone Wagon

Tilt your head but don't swallow
We're sinking fast above the mast because this leaky ship is its prime
we go on the Bone Wagon
Ossified but not quite dried, our leather faces weather
My avian bones are weak hollow
The milk I drank was just a from blank faces that I have not yet thanked

Hey there Mr. Driver, where are you us to?
Lugging all our bones across the English countryside
Hey there Mr. Driver, is our destination?
Do you constellations or do you know this route by heart?
Hey there Mr. Driver, I'm helpless on your
me from the vultures for just one more day

Anything that you to say, anything that you wanted to talk about
I you said it cuz your jaw don't work anymore
Anything that you wanted to hear, that you wanted to listen to
I hope you heard it cuz ears don't work anymore
that you wanted see, anything that you wanted to look upon
I you saw it cuz your eyes don't work anymore
Any place that you wanted to go, any that you wanted to travel to
I hope you went cuz the Bone takes you home now

We've got our place in time and space unto the charnel we be delivered
'Til then we can dance, we dance, we should dance, leave it all on the floor
We can dance, we dance, we should dance, leave it all on the floor

Resting never until forever, pay the price to board the Wagon
'Til we can dance, we could dance, we should dance, leave it all on the floor
We can dance, we could dance, we should dance, it all on the floor

A was paid for this one way stay:
A silver and a life worth living
The countdown comes with funeral
You get the thumbs up to leave planet
Carefully to the atmosphere
bag of bones tears through the heavens
The Rocket creaks as it lurches for the peaks
As the nears Charon whispers softly,

And all he said was, "Take seat so we can complete what you can't repeat"
And all he said was, "Buckle up, we're blasting off and could get rough"
And all he said was, "Take this time to reflect on crimes and the worms that you burned"

The stars all stream like beams
Dearly departed from the land of the
With trails of memories
All in the wake of history
The is meaningless
As we surpass the of Saturn
As Pluto nears the of years
Hides behind your mind, then whispers softly,

And all he said was "Watch your step: you compete with two left feet
You're on your own with sticks and cuz what you cast will come back home
Keep what you reap but the Reaper knows what you sowed when you sold your soul down a black

collide as the Wagon rides
As Charon guides, our approach vector's
Our journey as we descend
to the hall of Hades
Where souls are from marrow spent
Time to retire bones so weary
The Bone Wagon returns
To the of men, no rest for Charon

And here we goes, the end of the road...the road the of which nobody knows
Out past the point of no return you'll the fate that you have earned
You can't outrun the Bone Wagon. In the hot, hot sun my bones rattle on the Wagon!