Luyện nghe bài hát Waiting For The Bird

(White Of Texas)
The last time I spoke to my aunt she died
She was describing to me this owl
That was sitting in a
It nothing to me
But it a lot more now
Because I'm waiting, I'm waiting, I'm waiting for the
I'm waiting, I'm ready, I know it is my
All those cigarettes, alcohol, body's through
You're for sure when the bird comes for you
And the last time I spoke to my uncle before he
It was the very same week, but one year her
He was sitting in his study, on the phone
a giant hawk flew by
Said, "I'm waiting, I'm waiting, I'm for the bird,
I didn't to be noticed 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 cold to the
My body's not ready for my mind to
I have 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 away from 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 three times now, nothing to learn
And don't be surprised if the bright and blue
And the white bird of Texas comes barreling