Luyện nghe bài hát Peacock Skeleton With Crooked Feathers

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

Which peacock is beast? peacock is priest?
If the part and nobody, nowhere, nothing,
every apartment is vacant, every home for
Hey
that?
I just to know what your feathers are made out of.
Is it or roses 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 bone stilts.
I [x4]
Which peacock is Which peacock is priest?

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

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

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

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

If you strike for better at the cola 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 peacock is beast? Which is priest?

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

Things are never they seem, the peacock's 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 panicked face makes the proud.
So who do you Who do you trust?
Who do you kill when your senator out your first born?
A panicked face the peacock proud.