Luyện nghe bài hát Scavenger Type

Gigin at the bottom of the hill
Our protagonist named
Sets his sights on an anchor point
All he needs is quarters
in his hat

A crow, a type
California redemption, provides him with his
Room and inside of a fifth of comfort
As the wind penetrates his bones his mind keeps
Tidal waves of sound catapulted from his horn, wail like

The coins don't drop consistent as the mercury
His meter realizing a zenith
reached perfection
No one did see him die