Luyện nghe bài hát Jean the Birdman

He on the saddle
pulling on the mane
He thrashes on the back
is a bloody game

Horse doesn't to jump
The river too wide
Well he faces every
With a nervous state of

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

The gods are
And they're at the reins
But he's to his wings
And they hit the

may stone him
But the birdman pulls it off

His finger's on the
His eye is on the
He doesn't the game away
And quickly fires the off

Six hearts cut
Still dreaming they're
Blown in dusty circles
Like an absent state of

Who who victim?
God America
He surely love him

out of nowhere
Lines of traffic knee
A to stave the morning off
And get some

Heaven may him
But jean the pulls it off

He wears a
His left to him
wrapped in chains around his heart
Rusted and wafer

Don't on luck son
All the angels
Don't to check a weathervane
We all what tomorrow brings

Life is a farm
Coyotes with the
Life is a
For taking risks and rules

Who needs a net
The world is open
Just out for card sharks
And the danger

may stone him
But jean the birdman it off