Luyện nghe bài hát Cowbirds

Pack the under the moon
Jesus Christ, my are red
You ask a lot of the
you ask me to forget

I never you to pay my rent
Jesus Christ, my are red
God, You me on my head
gonna haul me back again

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

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

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

I wanna ride
I wanna ride
I both of your fingers tighter
You all of my hand, man

I can see right you
I can see right you
I and lose for this
I miss you, I you

I heard cowbirds call us

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

I never him to pay my rent
Jesus Christ, rose is red
I'm it on its head
It's like he to me

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