Luyện nghe bài hát Crow

It must be strange to fall from the stage
And snap a bone that is so to the brain
And be to by so many down below
I saw a doctor tie you up so far above
And you start singing just like light through a black
You start sliding like burned skin to a door

But Crow, when you throw yourself
Singing's hard when you lose control
They don't know, to them in the dark you don't whisper
And they're all gonna try and rip the wind your soul

It must have been to be a cashier in a bookstore
And to be surrounded by the of your true loves
And you'd get naked deep shelves in the back room
And have your get tan by sharp fluorescent light tubes
And you start spinning the pillars in the temple
You'd start just like Sister Aimee Semple

But Crow, when you throw under
The streets are hard when you cannot lose
They don't know, to them in the dark whisper nothing
And they're all gonna try and rip the wind from soul Crow

It was so sweet when you brought to the junkies
Hey, you'd us something we'd go slip into our coffee
And we'd start reading lines from that didn't matter
You covered me with blankets in the Hotel lobby
And I'd start reaching for the scar along your
They'd start taking us 'cause winning is hobby

But Crow, when you yourself under
The are hard when you cannot lose control
They don't know, to them in the dark don't whisper
And they're all gonna try and rip the wind from your soul