Luyện nghe bài hát Peacock Skeleton With Crooked Feathers

If the sea shakes like an empty
I know
and she in love 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, every for rent?
Hey
What's
I just to know what your feathers are made out of.
Is it bruises or or cradles or coffins? (It's all those!)
Which peacock is beast? peacock is priest?
If friends are all cripple, all wither, all wilt,
I [x4]
and you smile at their pain on your angel stilts.
I [x4]
Which peacock is Which peacock is priest?

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

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

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

If the forests to static and the gnarled branches, too?
I know
Your body starts to fall into a concrete
I know
which is beast? which peacock is priest?

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

If machine guns knock, knock, knocking
Who's cashing out bad luck?
If wedding bells sound like 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 around your neck
while reciting the of Revelation.

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

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