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 baby birdies and they remember too
baby bluebird eyes turn black
Without forgetting the of the guy in the mask
When you see me baby will you or will you laugh?
baby blue bird, eyes turn black

4 and 20 gory pantone crows shredding innards
The silouettes are fencing lefty
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 his hydro-plaining pace car chase...
Wait up let me isolate the more
Gate of acre
Aim to rake the snow off forsaken name here
Supposedly closure'l free the out the bosom
Personally I think it's a 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 larvae and records
On a plot pregnant with 6 million sentenceenders
And the tech support for tragedy's horrendous
Teenage operators explaining what breath is
Pass, I wish it something I could diagram on a napkin so you won't feel so detached if it should happen to you privately
Publicly your shadows'll cat back
Happy to split the button eye and burlap
Crack the
Bats eject like death's wing-ed Iapdogs ricocheting sonar of the sacrilege
Now let me slow this whole down for all you half-goat cowards
I'll even grit my for you
I am so off the god-damn grid 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, to corpses wasn't 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 to share a space with strangers seems outrageous, ain't it?
Maybe a dialog of howls that reshapes thejowls and face somehow relates to whatever you 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 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 to watch
I'm not gonna stand your plot
I love you friends, but I'm not
On the other hand if your are scattered in the sea
I swim in the sea and you'll be with me
And if your is scattered at the roots of a tree
I climb that tree

Everything you you're hiding shows
In the way you view the graves like a string of thrones
Messages 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 is a rush
While it might enhance a silhouette it might expose a
A proud chest puffed to the
Holds nothing if we're cutting past the muscle and the
And we will be cutting the muscle and the tendon...