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

Horse doesn't want to
The looks too wide
Well he faces hurdle
With a nervous state of

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

The gods are
And they're tugging at the
But taken to his wings
And hit the bank

may stone him
But jean the birdman it off

His on the trigger
His eye is on the
He doesn't give the game
And quickly the bullets off

Six cut short
dreaming they're alive
Blown 'round in circles
an absent state of mind

Who hunter? who
God America
He surely love him

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

Heaven may him
But jean the birdman it off

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

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

Life is a cattle
Coyotes with the
is a bullring
For risks and flouting rules

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

Heaven may him
But the birdman pulls it off