Luyện nghe bài hát Spare-Ohs

The finches and sparrows nests in my chimney
What remains of the small flightless birds 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 crop dusting gardens all over town

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

Across the great and the schisms
And the sudden
Where the black ink will drip across the cusps of eyes
And your are worth more than you can spare-oh

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

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