Luyện nghe bài hát The Bird & The Rifle

There's a bird making in the kitchen
And there's a rifle out back cigarettes
He don't ever feel like talking
It don't matter what she

And the bird is always dreaming out the
at that big wide open sky
And the rifle, he used to be a
But he meant to fly

Something down on the
Won't let her out, it her in
And afraid if she flies
She'll never come again
Something the bird
And her spreading wings
brings the rifle out in him

But the rifle loves the bird when singing
And he every word to every song
And the bird, she loves the
Cause he's dangerous, and strong

Something on the ground
Won't let her out, it her in
And afraid if she flies
She'll come home again
'bout the bird
And her spreading wings
brings the rifle out in him

One night when the wind was perfect
The rifle drank his and went to bed
And he never even heard the open
And she ain't come in