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 to jump
The river too wide
Well he every hurdle
a nervous state of mind

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

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

Heaven may him
But Jean the pulls it off

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

Six hearts cut
Still they're alive
Blown 'round in dusty
Like an absent of mind

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

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

Heaven may him
But the birdman pulls it off

He a crucifix
His left to him
It's in chains around his heart
Rusted and thin

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

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

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

may stone him
But Jean the pulls it off