Luyện nghe bài hát Crows 2

4 and 21
None go
For the supper a punk goes out
Checkerboard of mothballed
Hauled via vaudeville
And where the claw marks wane off broadway the god way
Watch, our
Commuters the farms with news of el chupacabra
Who transfuse soup out a fresh punk
Dumb blood suckers
Only the suffers
box butcher
Encouraging poor
Said a bore not a sure sign ofjarred lightning"
Harsh, that's how the spine-diner was born
Feral feeding that strung his organs up tire swing art
Chippin' a drippy set of broke grinders
More for the mind
Less for the mine finders
Fine, no defacto in the eatery
Unless you count the way led his heart through his tuxedo tee
Straight out the

4 and 22
Cue the cut mouth
Chew together a punk goes out
Etiquette of tart-tongued
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 drawn straws and orange caution
Or creeps re-involved for absolvement
It's gaudy, plus when a hell-bound offspring and yours an all evolve salty
Watch, if fortune is a with venom and laser tits
sin ll make for sugar-flavored flesh
Kings taste terrible at and rest in peace raw
The rest are
Caw!