Luyện nghe bài hát Crows 2

4 and 21
None go
For the supper when a punk out
of mothballed death-forms
Hauled via canes
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 fresh punk
Dumb full suckers
Only the suffers
box butcher
Encouraging poor
Said a pall bore not a sure sign lightning"
Harsh, that's how the yellow spine-diner was
feeding that strung his organs up like tire swing art
Chippin' a drippy set of broke bone
More for the hive
for the land mine finders
Fine, no leaders in the eatery
Unless you count the way they led his through his tuxedo tee
out the front

4 and 22
Cue the cut mouth
Chew together when a goes out
of tart-tongued ghouls
Never run truck
Run a culinary school for wolves
In grunts
Smothering buttery lung
sign of punk showed up on the diagnostic
Hm, pardon if I stand all the see-sawed loss, I can't call it
All petite drawn straws and caution
Or outcast re-involved for absolvement
It's gaudy, plus when a hell-bound offspring and yours share an all salty
Watch, if is a bitch with venom and laser tits
Maybe sin ll make for flesh
taste terrible at best and rest in peace raw
The rest are
Caw!