Luyện nghe bài hát Peacock Skeleton With Crooked Feathers

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

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

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

If machine guns knock, knock, knocking
Who's cashing out bad luck?
If bells sound like death knells baby
is a wealthy groom all this gloom?
If tuxedos off corpses
and copulate wild on wedding
and the priest snapping photos?
There's a peacock on your
pole around your 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 the peacock proud.
So who do you love? Who do you
Who do you kill when senator drags out your first born?
A face makes the peacock proud.

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

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

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

Things are never what they seem, the 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 makes the peacock proud.
So who do you love? Who do you
Who do you kill when your senator drags out your born?
A panicked makes the peacock proud.