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 ships
I know

Which peacock is beast? peacock is priest?
If the heavens and nobody, nowhere, nothing,
every apartment is vacant, home 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 Which peacock is priest?
If your are all cripple, all wither, all wilt,
I [x4]
and you smile at their pain on your bone stilts.
I [x4]
Which peacock is beast? peacock is priest?

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

If guns come knock, knock, knocking
cashing out your bad luck?
If wedding bells sound like death baby
is a wealthy groom worth all gloom?
If tuxedos off corpses
and copulate wild on wedding
and the priest starts photos?
a peacock on your shoulder
pole dancing around neck
while reciting the of Revelation.

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

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

If you strike for 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 or vinegar or whiskey or dirt? (It's all those!)
Which peacock is beast? Which peacock is

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

Things are never 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 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 the peacock proud.