Luyện nghe bài hát Crows 2

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

4 and 22
Cue the cut mouth
Chew together when a punk out
Etiquette of tart-tongued
Never run jewels
Run a culinary school for wolves
In guttural
Smothering buttery ramen
Early of punk showed up on the diagnostic
Hm, pardon if I seem stand all the see-sawed loss, I call it
All petite straws and orange caution
Or creeps re-involved for absolvement
It's gaudy, when a hell-bound offspring and yours share an all evolve salty
Watch, if is a bitch with venom and laser tits
sin ll make for sugar-flavored flesh
Kings taste at best and rest in peace raw
The rest are
Caw!