Luyện nghe bài hát Cowbirds

Pack the truck the moon
Christ, my lips are red
You ask a lot of the
When you ask me to

I never you to pay my rent
Christ, my lips are red
God, You me on my head
You're gonna haul me back

I cowbirds call us at home
I heard cowbirds us at home

Fry your ground, it
Lie naked
I God dripped you out of a sunbeam
Only God dragged you out of a with me

I pulled you out of a snow
I you grew me out of the dirt
I you pulled me out of a church
To worship you, you

I ride inside
I ride inside
I hold both of fingers tighter
You all of my hand, man

I can see right you
I can see right you
I double-back and for this
I miss you, I you

I heard cowbirds us home

He don't seem so
He seem so keen to me
He don't seem so
He don't seem keen on me

I asked him to pay my rent
Christ, that rose is red
I'm turning it on its
like he does to me

You me dry, I'll never die
You suck me dry, never die
You me dry, I'll never die
Me and your rose are gonna you back again