Luyện nghe bài hát Spare-Ohs

The finches and sparrows build in my chimney
What remains of the small flightless birds you failed to protect
But the isnt easy, in fact its a drag
blown to cornfields and mountains of rice
All over the suburbs, across the lawns
And they're crop dusting gardens all over this

But nobody cares when it in their hair
It gets in their as it floats through the air
It gets in the that they buy and prepare
But cares when it gets in their hair

Across the great chasms and the
And the aneurysms
Where the ink will drip across the cusps of your eyes
And your teeth are worth more you can spare-oh

Dont tell me that it just fair
Dont speak about the cycles of
Cause thoughts are so soft
I could cut 'em a spork or a bride's knife

And the made our minds too loose
A reckless of words
And you tell me that Im too
I just thought I was a of bird
I swear I stood there not saying a word
Not saying a word, not a word