Luyện nghe bài hát Spare-Ohs

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

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

the great 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

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

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