Luyện nghe bài hát The Rabbit Skinner

do for him
Child of the
no common sense
No easy resting

Only lichen on
Oil on gun
And the taste of pennies

A God in his
as proud as you please
The lungs won't fill, the won't start
Bad luck child of the

And he alone, is a man without

Combed his for disorders
But the disease lived on in far-off

As a God was filled to excess
As a man he for less
Here the rabbit skinner
God love the skinner

A life without purchase, no to tell
And three little bitches where he fell
Foxes, foxes, give her a
And tell the little girl, and show her mine

Play hard and fast with the rules if you
lies a man, without qualities.