Luyện nghe bài hát Crows 2

4 and 21
None go
For the supper when a punk out
Checkerboard of death-forms
Hauled via canes
And encased where the claw marks wane off the god way
Watch, our
Commuters from the farms with of el chupacabra
Who transfuse soup out a fresh skull
Dumb full blood
Only the chum
Pine box
Encouraging lighting
Said a pall not a sure sign ofjarred lightning"
Harsh, how the yellow spine-diner was born
Feral feeding that strung his organs up like swing art
Chippin' a drippy set of broke grinders
for the hive mind
Less for the mine finders
Fine, no leaders in the eatery
Unless you count the way they led his heart through his tee
Straight out the

4 and 22
Cue the cut mouth
Chew when a punk goes out
Etiquette of ghouls
run truck jewels
Run a culinary for gluttony-drunk wolves
In grunts
Smothering buttery lung
Early sign of punk up on the diagnostic
Hm, if I seem stand all the see-sawed loss, I can't call it
All petite drawn straws and orange
Or outcast creeps for absolvement
It's gaudy, plus when a hell-bound offspring and yours share an all salty
Watch, if fortune is a bitch venom and laser tits
Maybe sin ll make for flesh
Kings taste at best and rest in peace raw
The rest are
Caw!