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 beast? peacock is priest?
If the part and nobody, nowhere, nothing,
every is vacant, every home for rent?
Hey
that?
I just to know what your feathers are made out of.
Is it bruises or roses or cradles or (It's all those!)
Which peacock is 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 [x4]
Which peacock is beast? Which peacock is

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

If machine guns knock, knock, knocking
Who's cashing out bad luck?
If wedding bells sound like death knells
is a wealthy groom worth all this
If tuxedos off corpses
and copulate wild on wedding
and the priest snapping photos?
There's a peacock on shoulder
dancing around your neck
while reciting the of Revelation.

So who do you
Who do you when your friends 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 your senator drags out your first
A panicked makes the peacock proud.

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

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

If machine guns knock, knock, knocking
Who's cashing out bad luck?
If wedding bells sound like death baby
is a wealthy worth all this gloom?
If tuxedos off corpses
and wild on wedding cake
and the starts snapping photos?
There's a on your shoulder
dancing around your neck
while reciting the of Revelation.

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

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