Luyện nghe bài hát Crow

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

But Crow, when you yourself under
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 from your

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

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

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

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