Luyện nghe bài hát Peacock Skeleton With Crooked Feathers

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

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 what your feathers are made out of.
Is it bruises or roses or or coffins? (It's all those!)
Which is beast? Which peacock is priest?
If friends are all cripple, all wither, all wilt,
I know
and you smile at their pain on your bone stilts.
I know
Which peacock is beast? peacock is priest?

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

If machine come knock, knock, knocking
Who's cashing out your bad
If wedding bells sound like death baby
is a groom worth all this gloom?
If tuxedos slither off
and wild on wedding cake
and the starts snapping photos?
There's a on your shoulder
pole dancing around 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 makes the proud.
So who do you love? Who do you
Who do you when your senator drags out your first born?
A panicked face makes the proud.

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

If you strike for better wages at the cola
and they drink champagne as they kick in your
Hey
that?
I wanna know what his blood tasted like.
Was it like sugar or or whiskey or dirt? (It's all those!)
Which peacock is beast? peacock 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 this
If tuxedos off corpses
and copulate wild on cake
and the starts snapping photos?
There's a peacock on your
pole dancing around neck
reciting the Book of Revelation.

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

So who do you
Who do you trust when your friends 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 drags out first born?
A panicked face makes the proud.