Luyện nghe bài hát Jean the Birdman

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

Horse want to jump
The river 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 they're tugging at the
But he's taken to his
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 fires the bullets 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
Lines of traffic deep
A chance to the morning off
And get some

Heaven may him
But jean the birdman it off

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

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

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

Who needs a net
The world is wide
Just look out for card
And the signs

may stone him
But jean the birdman it off