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 of ships sinking?
I know

Which peacock is Which peacock is priest?
If the heavens and nobody, nowhere, nothing,
apartment is vacant, every home for rent?
Hey
that?
I want to know what your feathers 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 [x4]
and you smile at pain on your angel bone stilts.
I [x4]
Which peacock is beast? Which is priest?

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

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

So who do you
Who do you trust when your friends take a match to front lawn?
A face makes the peacock 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.

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

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

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

Things are what they seem, the peacock's static melodies.
The peacock spreads its crooked feathers.

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 Who do you trust?
Who do you when your senator drags out your first born?
A panicked makes the peacock proud.