Luyện nghe bài hát Vultures

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

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

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Pick at the eyes, pick at the
because youre sick and deranged.
Cause you's a a wicked vulture!
Pick at the heart at the soul
Pick 'em and drag 'em into your hole
Cause a vulture a wicked vulture!

You cut the fingers off if a ring still on 'em
even if come in cursed, you still want 'em
You promised big things is headed for year
but then you disappear as soon as the clear
you lash out at the and tell 'em to give you more
everything off for the church, sleep on the floor
you the juiciest necks out to all the vampires
but lurking in the you might get bit by spiders.

Lizards and bugs, and mosquitoes,
hookers with and dirty ass needles,
alley way cats, and rats,
killers gats attack you with bats
they scums, as anything comes and goes
they mix with of hoes, dirty like all of those
I suppose cause wicked is the way that 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 moving 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 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 serpents and snakes, rattle they bite
it takes they get what they like
and gonna hide, and they gonna run
but gonna suffer some carnival fun
and no mistake they do got a heart
it's blacker than and hard as a rock
they visit the carnival clowns
and they gonna parish We you now.

(chorus X2)