Luyện nghe bài hát Spare-Ohs

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

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

Across the chasms and the schisms
And the sudden
Where the black ink will drip 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 are so soft
I could cut 'em with a spork or a knife

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