Luyện nghe bài hát Jean the Birdman

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

doesn't want to jump
The river too wide
he faces every hurdle
With a nervous of mind

with me, breathe deeply
Take passes back
Turn and a full attack

The gods are
And they're tugging at the
But he's to his wings
And they hit the

may stone him
But jean the birdman it off

His on the trigger
His eye is on the
He give the game away
And quickly the bullets off

Six cut short
Still dreaming alive
'round in dusty circles
Like an absent state of

Who hunter? who
God America
He surely love him

out of nowhere
Lines of knee deep
A chance to the morning off
And get sleep

Heaven may him
But the birdman pulls it off

He wears a
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 a weathervane
We all know what tomorrow

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

Who a safety net
The world is wide
look out for card sharks
And the signs

Heaven may him
But the birdman pulls it off