Luyện nghe bài hát Jean the Birdman

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

Horse doesn't want to
The looks too wide
Well he faces hurdle
With a 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 hit the bank

Heaven may him
But jean the pulls it off

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

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

Who hunter? who
God love
He doesn't love him

Hitching out of
of traffic knee deep
A chance to stave the off
And get sleep

may stone him
But jean the pulls it off

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

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

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

Who a safety net
The world is wide
Just look out for card
And the danger

may stone him
But jean the birdman it off