Luyện nghe bài hát Jean The Birdman

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

Horse want to jump
The looks too wide
Well he faces every
With a nervous state of

Stay me, breathe deeply
Take passes back
Turn and make a attack

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

Heaven may him
But the birdman pulls it off

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

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

Who Who victim?
God America
He surely love him

out of nowhere
Lines of traffic knee
A chance to stave the off
And get some

Heaven may him
But the birdman pulls it off

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

Don't on luck son
All the angels
need to check a weather vane
We all know what tomorrow

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

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

may stone him
But the birdman pulls it off