Luyện nghe bài hát Jean the Birdman

He on the saddle
pulling on the mane
He thrashes on the horse's
Ambition is a bloody

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

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

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

may stone him
But jean the pulls it off

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

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

Who hunter? who
God love
He surely love him

Hitching out of
of traffic knee deep
A to stave the morning off
And get some

may stone him
But jean the birdman it off

He a crucifix
His left to him
It's wrapped in around his heart
Rusted and thin

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

Life is a farm
with the mules
Life is a
For taking risks and flouting

Who needs a net
The is open wide
Just look out for sharks
And the signs

may stone him
But the birdman pulls it off