Luyện nghe bài hát Crows 1

Birds of a
Black feather stick together forever and ever and they always you
And all of the you do
They pass it to the birdies and then they remember too
baby bluebird eyes turn black
Without forgetting the of the guy in the mask
When you see me baby will you scream or you laugh?
baby blue bird, eyes turn black

4 and 20 gory pantone black shredding innards
The silouettes are fencing lefty
Separating and hoof as own arpeggiators
They piggy back the tombs of all your deadest and neighbors
By the getty image, green-cheese
shit, graveyard tchk! tchk!
Shifter shit, was a face card
Crown like a heart-shaped of woven branches leaning in over his hydro-plaining pace car chase...
up let me isolate the bass more
Gate of god's
Aim to rake the snow off each forsaken here
Supposedly free the vipers out the bosom
Personally I think it's a of bullshit
Prisoners, is for lovers
God forbid he flip the witch against her coven on some dip or play the
Now I baptize skips in larvae and dental
On a little plot pregnant with 6 sentenceenders
And the tech support for emphatically horrendous
Teenage operators explaining what bated is
Pass, I wish it were something I could diagram on a napkin so you won't feel so detached if it happen to you privately
Publicly shadows'll cat call back
Happy to split the eye and burlap doll
Crack the
Bats eject like cousin death's wing-ed Iapdogs sonar of the sacrilege
Now let me slow this whole shit down for all you cowards
I'll even my teeth for you
I am so completely off the god-damn grid it's not a question of me, I
T's "what do symbols under the dresser mean"
Perhaps a dash of karma chameleons through the entropy for good/young
Could've used a good
Still, proximity to corpses wasn't nothing to the kid but science or cinematic horrors
Fast forward, my in the gut of a glass
"remember that cow in the seems awkward
And I know your people donated pints to the same pavement but for ash and bone to share a space with strangers outrageous, ain't it?
Maybe a dialog of howls that thejowls and face somehow relates to whatever you have found among a thousand cloned shrines, either way - dope stone lion

And they call to let you know your friend is in a box
The have the tools to get the meat out of the box
Scientific, ritualistic, headstone cold foxes rot
I'm not gonna rot, no, fuck snot
You can let let you rot, man
But I'm not going to
I'm not gonna stand atop your
I love you friends, but I'm not
On the other hand if your ashes are in the sea
I will swim in the sea and be with me
And if your shit is scattered at the roots of a
I will climb tree

Everything you think you're hiding
In the way you view the like a string of tiny thrones
Messages you'd tucked away for keeps has resurfaced to be heard the butchery and beaks
You don't want the to pass
You each cow taxidermy'd fatter than the last
lighting is a rush
While it might enhance a silhouette it might expose a
A proud chest to the heavens
Holds nothing if we're past the muscle and the tendon
And we be cutting past the muscle and the tendon...