Luyện nghe bài hát Spare-Ohs

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

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

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

Dont tell me that it isnt fair
speak about the cycles of life
Cause your thoughts are so
I cut 'em with a spork or a bride's knife

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