Luyện nghe bài hát Crow Iii

"He can't get away with by the
He gets in front of the
He'll be a good boy", man one
At a little before five

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

Questioned man as a growing flicker
Waved his eyes, "No"
The space surrounds a classic climate
happens to now everyone in the room

You feel traces, a sound
to the time of your life
Standstill, panic
Ringing the bells of a empty
Someone answers and you

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

Bending she plucked
She plucked the from his cigarette
And said something nobody could
Nobody understand, nobody could understand

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

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