Luyện nghe bài hát Peacock Skeleton With Crooked Feathers

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

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

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

If guns come knock, knock, knocking
cashing out your bad luck?
If wedding bells sound death knells baby
is a wealthy groom worth all gloom?
If tuxedos slither off
and copulate wild on wedding
and the starts snapping photos?
There's a peacock on your
pole dancing your neck
while the Book of Revelation.

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

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

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

If machine come knock, knock, knocking
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 on wedding cake
and the starts snapping photos?
a peacock on your shoulder
pole dancing around your
while reciting the of Revelation.

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

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 kill when your senator drags out your born?
A panicked makes the peacock proud.