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 easy, in fact its a drag
blown to cornfields and mountains 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 gets in their lungs as it through the air
It gets in the food that buy and prepare
But nobody cares when it in their hair

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

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

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