Luyện nghe bài hát Peacock Skeleton With Crooked Feathers

If the sea shakes an empty maraca
I [x4]
and she falls in love with the sounds of ships
I [x4]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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