Luyện nghe bài hát Peacock Skeleton With Crooked Feathers

If the sea like an empty maraca
I know
and she falls in with the sounds of ships sinking?
I know

Which peacock is beast? peacock is priest?
If the part and nobody, nowhere, nothing,
every apartment is vacant, home for rent?
Hey
that?
I just want to know what feathers are made out of.
Is it bruises or roses or cradles or (It's all those!)
Which peacock is beast? Which peacock is
If friends are all cripple, all wither, all wilt,
I know
and you smile at their pain on your bone stilts.
I [x4]
Which peacock is beast? peacock is priest?

If the brick you throw puts a in your skull
and a police boot lands atop gaping jaw?
Hey
that?
I just wanna what the babies mouth is full of.
Is it flies or or straw?
Which peacock is Which peacock is priest?
Which police? Which peacock is thief?

If machine guns knock, knock, knocking
cashing out your bad luck?
If wedding bells sound like knells baby
is a wealthy groom all this gloom?
If tuxedos slither off
and copulate on wedding cake
and the priest starts snapping
There's a peacock on shoulder
pole dancing around neck
while the Book of Revelation.

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

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

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

If machine come knock, knock, knocking
cashing out your bad luck?
If bells sound like death knells baby
is a wealthy groom worth all this
If tuxedos off corpses
and copulate wild on wedding
and the starts snapping photos?
a peacock on your shoulder
pole dancing your neck
while the Book 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 your friends a match to your front lawn?
A panicked face the peacock proud.
So who do you Who do you trust?
Who do you kill when your senator out your first born?
A face makes the peacock proud.