Luyện nghe bài hát Jean The Birdman

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

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

with me, breathe deeply
Take three back
Turn and make a attack

The gods are
And they're at the reins
But he's taken to his
And they hit the

Heaven may him
But Jean the pulls it off

His finger's on the
His eye is on the
He give the game away
And fires the bullets off

Six hearts cut
dreaming they're alive
Blown in dusty circles
an absent state of mind

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

Hitching out of
Lines of traffic deep
A to stave the morning off
And get some

may stone him
But the birdman pulls it off

He wears a
His mother to him
wrapped in chains around his heart
Rusted and thin

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

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

Who a safety net?
The world is wide
Just look out for sharks
And the danger

Heaven may him
But the birdman pulls it off