Luyện nghe bài hát Peacock Skeleton With Crooked Feathers

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

Which peacock is beast? Which is priest?
If the heavens and nobody, nowhere, nothing,
every apartment is vacant, every for rent?
Hey
What's
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? Which is priest?
If friends are all cripple, all wither, all wilt,
I know
and you smile at their pain on angel 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 gaping jaw?
Hey
that?
I just wanna what the babies mouth is full of.
Is it or cries or straw?
Which peacock is beast? Which peacock is
Which peacock's Which peacock is thief?

If guns come knock, knock, knocking
cashing out your bad luck?
If bells sound like death knells baby
is a wealthy groom worth all this
If slither off corpses
and copulate wild on cake
and the priest starts snapping
There's a peacock on your
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 makes the peacock proud.
So who do you Who do you trust?
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 gnarled branches,
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Your body starts to fall into a tutu?
I [x4]
peacock is beast? which peacock is priest?

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

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

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

So who do you
Who do you trust your friends take a match to your front lawn?
A face makes the peacock 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.