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

4 and 20 gory pantone black crows innards
The silouettes are fencing lefty
horn and hoof as own arpeggiators
They piggy back the of all your deadest friends and neighbors
By the getty image, moon
Dead-of-winter shit, tchk! tchk!
Shifter shit, was a face card
Crown like a heart-shaped tunnel of woven branches leaning in over his hydro-plaining car chase...
Wait up let me isolate the bass
Gate of acre
Aim to rake the snow off each name here
Supposedly free the vipers out the bosom
Personally I think it's a of bullshit
Prisoners, is for lovers
God forbid he the witch against her coven on some dip or play the dozens
Now I baptize skips in larvae and dental
On a plot pregnant with 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 diagram on a napkin so you won't feel so if it should happen to you privately
your shadows'll cat call back
Happy to split the eye and burlap doll
Crack the
Bats like cousin death's wing-ed Iapdogs ricocheting sonar of the sacrilege
Now let me slow this shit down for all you half-goat cowards
even grit 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 these under the dresser mean"
Perhaps a little dash of karma chameleons through the entropy for
Could've used a good
Still, proximity to corpses wasn't nothing to the kid but science or cinematic horrors
forward, my knee in the gut of a glass
"remember that cow in the dean's seems
And I know your people donated pints to the same pavement but for ash and bone to share a space with strangers seems outrageous, it?
Maybe a dialog of howls that reshapes thejowls and face somehow relates to whatever you have found among a cloned shrines, either way - dope stone lion

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

you think you're hiding shows
In the way you view the graves like a 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 fatter than the last
lighting is a rush
While it might enhance a it might expose a crutch
A proud chest puffed to the
Holds nothing if cutting past the muscle and the tendon
And we will be past the muscle and the tendon...