Luyện nghe bài hát Peacock Skeleton With Crooked Feathers

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

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

If machine guns come knock, knock,
Who's cashing out your bad
If wedding sound like death knells baby
is a groom worth all this gloom?
If slither off corpses
and wild on wedding cake
and the priest starts photos?
There's a on your shoulder
pole dancing around your
while reciting the of Revelation.

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

If the forests turn to static and the branches, too?
I know
Your 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 teeth?
Hey
that?
I just wanna know what his tasted like.
Was it sugar or vinegar or whiskey or dirt? (It's all those!)
Which is beast? Which peacock is priest?

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

Things are never what seem, the peacock's static melodies.
The peacock spreads its crooked feathers.

So who do you
Who do you trust when your friends take a match to front lawn?
A panicked 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.