Luyện nghe bài hát Jean the Birdman

He gambles on the
pulling on the mane
He on the horse's back
Ambition is a game

doesn't want to jump
The river looks too
Well he every hurdle
a nervous state of mind

Stay with me, deeply
Take three passes
Turn and make a full

The gods are
And tugging at the reins
But he's taken to his
And hit the bank

Heaven may him
But jean the pulls it off

His on the trigger
His eye is on the
He doesn't the game away
And fires the bullets off

Six hearts cut
dreaming they're alive
Blown 'round in dusty
an absent state of mind

Who hunter? who
God love
He surely love him

out of nowhere
Lines of traffic deep
A to stave the morning off
And get sleep

Heaven may him
But jean the pulls it off

He wears a
His left to him
It's wrapped in chains his heart
and wafer thin

Don't count on son
All the sing
need to check a weathervane
We all know tomorrow brings

Life is a farm
Coyotes the mules
is a bullring
For taking risks and flouting

Who a safety net
The is open wide
Just look out for card
And the signs

Heaven may him
But the birdman pulls it off