Luyện nghe bài hát Like A Train Through A Pigeon

Avarice and stubbornness - converge stupidity.
In two we have our desserts and transform.
As we food for the earth and for the rats.
I never forget a face and time I'm taking names - this time I'm...
Screech and pop of this hollow shell have provided escape for the fortunate.
The fortunate I am not, as I lived for hours.
My dying image, my are ripped
and picked by my "comrades" literally and figuratively,
the goes through the tongue.
I am willing to die for my fair share and for my I have died.
If I wake before I die, there'll be to pay.
But for my share, I'm in half, so I guess I'm fucked.
Screech and pop of this hollow shell have provided escape for the fortunate.
There were never signs of slowing down as it ripped through me.
If I could die before my children eat me,
and figuratively,
the teeth go the tongue.
Am I dying or waking up?
Am I or just waking up?
I'm in half. Killing Spree.
If we all could just die our children eat us.
Like a through a pigeon.
I'm now with empathy.
If we all could just die our children eat us.
A failure to move will in your death.