Luyện nghe bài hát Vultures

You wait for death to happen, you up bloody wrecks
you con the elderly feeblos up out they checks
you kick 'em when theyre down, you tell 'em god is
you work the lonely souls, 800 numbers
You sell what you reposes, you clean 'em out nests
you wait for them to try to rest and yank it out they
You sell them medicine you make them think need
you come around the but you's a dirty weed.

serpents and snakes, they rattle they bite
whatever it takes get what they like
always stay fake and go where they
your they make it and gone in the night
and no mistake, they do got a heart
it's blacker than coal and as a rock
quiver or shake when they take a part
and break it apart who with the sharks.

(chorus)
Pick at the eyes, at the brains
youre wretchedly sick and deranged.
Cause you's a a wicked vulture!
at the heart pick at the soul
Pick 'em and drag 'em down your hole
you's a vulture a wicked vulture!

You cut the fingers off if theres a ring on 'em
even if they come in cursed, you want 'em
You promised big things is headed for next
but then you disappear as as the checks clear
you lash out at the and tell 'em to give you more
Sell everything off for the church, on the floor
you point the juiciest necks out to all the
but lurking in the dark you get bit by spiders.

and bugs, flies and mosquitoes,
hookers with and dirty ass needles,
way cats, possums and rats,
killers gats attack you with bats
scums, bums as anything comes and goes
they mix with of hoes, dirty like all of those
I suppose cause wicked is the way they chose.

(chorus)

(Skit)
Go away Doc/ Leave him alone/ When will he die?/ I'll be at home/ Who gets his car?/ Who gets the crib?/ Those are his pills?/ I'm poppin' the lid/ I give him a week/ What do I get?/ Put me in his will/ He's again/ Sign it like him/ Cut off that beep/ There go his morphine/ That shit is sweet/ Give me a hit!/ The preacher called/ He's tryin' to get paid/ Who's feeding his dog?/ Fuck that dog!/ It's beepin again!/ Whoa, that morphine's kickin' in/ What about his money?/ He wants the church to have it/ How long til he dies?/ Let's check his wallet/ Lets pull the plug/ Do you think he can hear?/ He's fuckin' dyin'/ He doesn't care/

Like and snakes, they rattle they bite
whatever it takes get what they like
and they hide, and they gonna run
but they gonna suffer carnival fun
and no mistake they do got a heart
it's blacker than coal and as a rock
gonna visit the carnival clowns
and they gonna We promise you now.

(chorus X2)