Luyện nghe bài hát Mr. Mastodon Farm

Birds from the window ledge above mine
Then they flap their at the last second

You see birds fall from the ledge above mine
Then they flap their wings at the second
I can see their dead weight just like stones
Or small loaves of bread past my window all the

But unless I get up walk across the room and down below
I don't see last second curves toward a horizontal flight
All birds just falling from the ledge like stones

Now due to a construct in my
That makes their and their flight
Symbolic of my entire

It important for me to get up and see
Their last second curves toward
It's as if my life will fall unless I see their ascent

Mr. farm, Mr. Mastodon farm
Cuts out of all material
Mr. farm, Mr. Mastodon farm
swatches out of all material

Birds fall from the ledge above mine
Then they flap their wings at the second
I said birds fall from the window ledge mine
they flap their wings at the last second

But unless I get up across the room and peer down below
I won't see last second curves toward a, a horizontal flight
All these birds just falling from the ledge stones

Now due to a construct in my
That makes their falling and their
Symbolic of my existence

It becomes for me to get up and see
Their second curves toward flight
almost like my life will fall
My life fall unless I see their ascent
Oh yeah, oh yeah, all

Mr. Mastodon farm, Mr. Mastodon
Cuts out of all material
Mr. Mastodon farm, Mr. farm
swatches out of all material, everybody c'mon

Mr. farm, Mr. Mastodon farm
Cuts swatches out of all
Mr. Mastodon farm, Mr. Mastodon
Cuts swatches out of all

Mr. Mastodon farm, Mr. farm
Cuts out of all material
Mr. Mastodon farm, Mr. farm
Cuts swatches out of all

Mr. farm, Mr. Mastodon farm
Cuts swatches out of all