Luyện nghe bài hát Crow Iii

"He can't get away with by the
He in front of the jury
be a good boy", said man one
At a little before o'clock

He through the basement
"Yes or no?", man two
Bantering humor dry in his
"Is there more than she gave you?"

man three as a growing flicker
Waved his eyes, "No"
The space constitutes a classic climate
This happens to now in the room

You feel traces, a dying
Listen to the time of your
Standstill, panic
Ringing the bells of a empty
Someone and calls you

by committed you say
"I no guillotine"
The spoke from the doorway in her rasping voice
"What he is in the house"
The words hung there for a

forward she plucked
She the ashes from his cigarette
And said nobody could understand
Nobody could understand, nobody understand

One of irritation
You back, "Why me?"
The vantage above the street
Can be

Falling back to a perspective
A track of thunder lust of decomposed intensity
I am, I am, I am, I am