Luyện nghe bài hát Peacock Skeleton With Crooked Feathers

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

Which peacock is beast? Which peacock is
If the heavens and nobody, nowhere, nothing,
every apartment is vacant, home for rent?
Hey
What's
I want to know what your feathers are made out of.
Is it bruises or roses or cradles or (It's all those!)
Which peacock is beast? Which is priest?
If your 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 lands atop your gaping jaw?
Hey
that?
I just wanna know what the babies mouth is of.
Is it flies or or straw?
peacock is beast? Which peacock is priest?
Which peacock's police? peacock is thief?

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

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

If the forests turn to and the gnarled branches, too?
I [x4]
Your body starts to fall into a tutu?
I know
which peacock is beast? which peacock is

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

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

Things are what they seem, the peacock's static melodies.
The peacock its crooked feathers. [x4]

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