Luyện nghe bài hát Waiting For The Bird

(White Of Texas)
The time I spoke to my aunt before she died
She was describing to me incredible owl
That was in a tree
It nothing to me
But it means a lot now
I'm waiting, I'm waiting, I'm waiting for the bird
I'm waiting, I'm ready, I it is my turn
All those cigarettes, alcohol, this through
You're for sure when the bird comes for you
And the last time I to my uncle before he died
It was the same week, but one year before her
He was alone in his study, on the phone
When a hawk flew by
Said, "I'm waiting, I'm waiting, I'm for the bird,
I didn't expect to be or heard.
Oh, Elizabeth, me, I can't find the room,
You're gone for sure when the bird for you."
And, oh, it is
And, oh, it is to the bone
My body's not ready for my to learn
I just been consigned here to rot in the earth
Said, "I'm waiting, I'm waiting, I'm for the bird,
It comes in and takes you from this world.
Gate twenty-seven, I find the room.
You're free to board now, waiting for you."
I'm waiting, I'm waiting, I'm for the bird
I've seen it times now, there's nothing to learn
And be surprised if the sky's bright and blue
And the white of Texas comes barreling through