Luyện nghe bài hát Spare-Ohs

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

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

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

tell me that it just isnt fair
Dont speak the cycles of life
Cause your are so soft
I could cut 'em with a spork or a knife

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