Luyện nghe bài hát Crows 1

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

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

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

Everything you think hiding shows
In the way you the graves like a string of tiny thrones
you'd tucked away for keeps has resurfaced to be heard amidst the butchery and beaks
You don't the passengers to pass
You want each cow taxidermy'd fatter than the
Mausoleum lighting is a
While it might enhance a silhouette it might a crutch
A chest puffed to the heavens
Holds if we're cutting past the muscle and the tendon
And we be cutting past the muscle and the tendon...