Luyện nghe bài hát Mr. Mastodon Farm

Birds fall from the window ledge mine
Then they flap wings at the last second

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

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

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

It becomes for me to get up and see
Their last curves toward flight
It's almost as if my life will fall unless I see their

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

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

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

Now due to a in my mind
That makes their falling and their
of my entire existence

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

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

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

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

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