Luyện nghe bài hát The Observations of a Crow

Newspaper boy his rounds
Spreadin' the all over town
Drivin' his car just as as it will go

There's in the driveway, papers in the yard
Paper broke a window, he didn't it that hard
But it shattered like a dream down in the valley

Hey, quarter moon, well how was night?
Yeah well, any minute now God's gonna hit them
So if you stick around, you say that you weren't told

Well, take it from me, you grab your shades
If He at you, ooh, well try not to look so afraid
Just do the best that you can, but don't you think that He know

Creosote's drippin' from the line poles
as you can count 'em, 12 in a row
Blessed for the daily observations of a crow

Well, that cat down there, yeah, well he's the flea
He's married to a by the name of Lora Lee
they scream and they 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 got the dough?

Take a at that pilgrim passin' by
He's lookin' for love, I can see it in his
He's runnin' 'round in circles, you can it from me

His shadow begs for mercy that lost and found
In city city, town after town
by the memory of a love he thought was supposed to be

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

Well, I'm a genuine scoopologist, the name is
Sitting up here, the show
In one horse drive-through, forsaken, dried up piece of the world

Well, it ain't much but my kingdom, it's my home
Even had a queen till that came along
Fast talking, loud squawking, green feathered scrak my girl, later