Luyện nghe bài hát Flightless Bird

I was a quick wet boy, too deep for coins
All of your street light wide on my plastic toys
when the cops closed the fair, I cut my long baby hair
Stole me a dog-eared map and called for you

I found you
Flightless bird, jealous, or lost you, american mouth
Big looming

Now I'm a fat cat

Nursing my sore tongue
the warm poison rats curl through the wide fence cracks
Pissing on photos
Those fishing thrown in the cold
And clean of Christ mountain stream