Luyện nghe bài hát Waiting For The Bird (white Bird Of Texas)

The last time I to my aunt before she died
She was describing to me incredible owl
was sitting in a tree
It nothing to me
But it means a lot now

Because I'm waiting, I'm waiting, I'm for the bird
I'm waiting, I'm ready, I know it is my
All those cigarettes, alcohol, body's through
You're gone for sure when the bird for you

And the last time I spoke to my before he died
It was the very week, but one year before her
He was sitting alone in his study, on the
When a hawk flew by

Said, "I'm waiting, I'm waiting, I'm for the bird,
I expect to be noticed or heard.
Oh, Elizabeth, me, I can't find the room,
You're gone for sure when the comes for you."

And, oh, it is
And, oh, it is to the bone

My body's not ready for my mind to
I have just been consigned here to rot in the

Said, "I'm waiting, I'm waiting, I'm for the bird,
It comes in and you away from this world.
Gate twenty-seven, I find the room.
You're to board now, they're waiting for you."

I'm waiting, I'm waiting, I'm for the bird
I've seen it three times now, there's to learn
And don't be surprised if the sky's and blue
And the white bird of Texas comes through