Luyện nghe bài hát Crows 2

4 and 21
go south
For the supper when a goes out
of mothballed death-forms
Hauled via vaudeville
And encased where the claw marks off broadway the god way
Watch, our
Commuters the farms with news of el chupacabra
Who transfuse soup out a punk skull
Dumb full suckers
the chum suffers
Pine box
poor lighting
Said a pall not a sure sign ofjarred lightning"
Harsh, that's how the spine-diner was born
Feral feeding strung his organs up like tire swing art
Chippin' a drippy set of bone grinders
More for the mind
for the land mine finders
Fine, no defacto in the eatery
Unless you the way they led his heart through his tuxedo tee
out the front

4 and 22
Cue the cut mouth
together when a punk goes out
Etiquette of tart-tongued
Never run truck
Run a culinary for gluttony-drunk wolves
In guttural
Smothering buttery lung
Early sign of punk showed up on the
Hm, pardon if I stand all the see-sawed loss, I can't call it
All drawn straws and orange caution
Or outcast creeps re-involved for
It's gaudy, plus a hell-bound offspring and yours share an all evolve salty
Watch, if fortune is a bitch with venom and laser
sin ll make for sugar-flavored flesh
Kings terrible at best and rest in peace raw
The are recipes
Caw!