Luyện nghe bài hát Jean The Birdman

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

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

Stay with me, deeply
Take three back
and make a full attack

The gods are
And tugging at the reins
But he's to his wings
And hit the bank

may stone him
But Jean the birdman it off

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

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

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

Hitching out of
Lines of traffic knee
A chance to the morning off
And get some

may stone him
But the birdman pulls it off

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

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

Life is a cattle
Coyotes the mules
Life is a
For taking risks and flouting

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

Heaven may him
But the birdman pulls it off