Luyện nghe bài hát Jean the Birdman

He gambles on the
He's pulling on the
He thrashes on the horse's
is a bloody game

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

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

The gods are
And tugging at the reins
But taken to his wings
And they hit the

may stone him
But the birdman pulls it off

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

Six cut short
dreaming they're alive
Blown 'round in dusty
Like an absent state of

Who who victim?
God America
He doesn't love him

Hitching out of
Lines of knee deep
A to stave the morning off
And get sleep

Heaven may him
But jean the birdman it off

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

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

is a cattle farm
Coyotes with the
is a bullring
For taking and flouting rules

Who needs a net
The is open wide
Just look out for card
And the danger

Heaven may him
But jean the birdman it off