Luyện nghe bài hát Peacock Skeleton With Crooked Feathers

If the sea shakes like an empty
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and she falls in love with the sounds of sinking?
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Which peacock is beast? Which is priest?
If the heavens and nobody, nowhere, nothing,
every apartment is vacant, home for rent?
Hey
that?
I just want to know your feathers are made out of.
Is it bruises or or cradles or coffins? (It's all those!)
Which peacock is beast? peacock is priest?
If friends are all cripple, all wither, all wilt,
I know
and you at their pain on your angel bone stilts.
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Which peacock is beast? Which peacock is

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

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

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

If the forests turn to static and the branches, too?
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Your starts to fall into a concrete tutu?
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which peacock is beast? which peacock is

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

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

Things are never they seem, the peacock's static melodies.
The peacock spreads its crooked feathers.

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