Luyện nghe bài hát Peacock Skeleton With Crooked Feathers

If the sea shakes like an empty
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and she falls in love the sounds of ships sinking?
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Which peacock is Which peacock is priest?
If the heavens and nobody, nowhere, nothing,
every is vacant, every home for rent?
Hey
that?
I just want to know what feathers are made out of.
Is it or roses or cradles or coffins? (It's all those!)
Which is beast? Which peacock is priest?
If friends are all cripple, all wither, all wilt,
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and you smile at their pain on angel bone stilts.
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peacock is beast? Which peacock is priest?

If the brick you throw puts a bullet in your
and a police boot lands atop gaping jaw?
Hey
What's
I just wanna know what the mouth is full of.
Is it flies or or straw?
peacock is beast? Which peacock is priest?
Which peacock's police? Which peacock is

If guns come knock, knock, knocking
Who's cashing out bad luck?
If wedding bells like death knells baby
is a groom worth all this gloom?
If slither off corpses
and wild on wedding cake
and the starts snapping photos?
a peacock on your shoulder
pole dancing around your
reciting the Book of Revelation.

So who do you
Who do you when your friends take a match to your front lawn?
A panicked makes the peacock proud.
So who do you Who do you trust?
Who do you kill when your senator drags out first born?
A panicked face the peacock proud.

If the turn to static and the gnarled branches, too?
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Your body starts to into a concrete tutu?
I [x4]
which peacock is beast? which peacock is

If you strike for wages at the cola factory
and they drink champagne as they kick in teeth?
Hey
What's
I wanna know what his blood tasted like.
Was it like sugar or or whiskey or dirt? (It's all those!)
Which peacock is beast? Which is priest?

If machine guns come knock, knock,
Who's cashing out your bad
If wedding bells like death knells baby
is a wealthy worth all this gloom?
If slither off corpses
and copulate wild on wedding
and the priest snapping photos?
There's a on your shoulder
pole dancing around your
while reciting the of Revelation.

Things are never what seem, the peacock's static melodies.
The spreads its crooked feathers. [x4]

So who do you
Who do you trust when friends take a match to your front lawn?
A panicked face makes the proud.
So who do you Who do you trust?
Who do you kill when your senator drags out first born?
A face makes the peacock proud.