Luyện nghe bài hát The Observations Of A Crow

Written by Marty

Newspaper boy making his
Spreading the all over town
Driving his car just as as it will go
There's in the driveway, papers in the yard
Paper a window, he didn't throw it that hard
But it like a dream, down in the valley below
Hey quarter moon, how was your night
Yeah well, any now God's gonna hit them brights
So if you stick around don't say that you weren't
Well, take it from me, you grab your shades
And if he looks at you, well try not to so afraid
Just do the best that you can, but don't think that he know

dripping from the high line poles
Fast as you can 'em, 12 in a row
Blessed accommodations, for the observations of a crow

Well, that cat there, yeah, well he's Louie the Flea
married to a waitress by the name of Lora Lee
When they scream and holler, man they put on a show
He's a witness from a Detroit job
Turned his friend in, his name is Bob
I know who got the time, but who do you think got the

Take a look at that pilgrim, by
He's looking for love, I can see it in his
He's running 'round in circles, you can it from me
His shadow for mercy of every lost and found
In city city, town after town
by the memory of a love he thought was supposed to be

Creosote's dripping the high line poles
as you can count 'em, 12 in a row
Blessed accommodations, for the observations of a crow

I'm a genuine scoopologist, the name is
Sitting up here, the show
In one horse, drive-thru, forsaken, dried up piece of the world
Well, it ain't but it's my kingdom, it's my home
Even had a queen that parakeet came along
Fast talking, loud squawking, feathered scrak took my girl.....