Luyện nghe bài hát Jean The Birdman

He on the saddle
He's pulling on the
He thrashes on the back
Ambition is a game

Horse doesn't to jump
The looks too wide
Well he every hurdle
With a state of mind

Stay me, breathe deeply
Take three back
Turn and make a full

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

Heaven may him
But Jean the birdman it off

His finger's on the
His eye is on the
He doesn't the game away
And fires the bullets off

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

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

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

Heaven may him
But Jean the birdman it off

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

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

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

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

Heaven may him
But Jean the pulls it off