Luyện nghe bài hát Crows 2

4 and 21
go south
For the supper when a goes out
Checkerboard of death-forms
Hauled via canes
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
full blood suckers
Only the chum
Pine box
Encouraging lighting
Said a pall bore not a sure sign lightning"
Harsh, how the yellow spine-diner was born
Feral feeding that strung his organs up like swing art
Chippin' a drippy set of bone grinders
More for the mind
Less for the land mine
Fine, no leaders in the eatery
you count the way they led his heart through his tuxedo tee
Straight out the

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
buttery lung ramen
Early sign of punk up on the diagnostic
Hm, pardon if I seem stand all the see-sawed loss, I 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 bitch with venom and laser
sin ll make for sugar-flavored flesh
Kings taste terrible at best and rest in raw
The are recipes
Caw!