Luyện nghe bài hát Jean The Birdman

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

Horse doesn't to jump
The river looks too
Well he faces hurdle
With a nervous of mind

Stay with me, breathe
Take passes back
Turn and make a full

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

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
Still they're alive
Blown in dusty circles
Like an absent of mind

Who Who victim?
God America
He surely love him

out of nowhere
Lines of knee deep
A to stave the morning off
And get some

may stone him
But Jean the birdman it off

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

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

Life is a farm
Coyotes with the
Life is a
For taking and flouting rules

Who needs a safety
The world is open
Just look out for card
And the signs

Heaven may him
But the birdman pulls it off