Luyện nghe bài hát The Rabbit Skinner

do for him
Child of the
With no sense
No resting place

lichen on beaches
Oil on gun
And the taste of pennies

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

And he alone, is a man qualities

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

As a God everything was filled to
As a man he settled for
Here the rabbit skinner
God the rabbit skinner

A life without purchase, no to tell
And little bitches fight where he fell
Foxes, foxes, her a sign
And tell the little girl, and her what's mine

Play hard and with the rules if you please
Here lies a man, qualities.