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 this owl
That was 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, this through
You're gone for sure the bird comes for you

And the last I spoke to my uncle before he died
It was the very same week, but one before her
He was alone 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, help me, I find the room,
You're gone for sure the bird comes for you."

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

My body's not for my mind to learn
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 takes you away from world.
Gate twenty-seven, I find the room.
You're free to board now, they're for you."

I'm waiting, I'm waiting, I'm waiting for the
I've seen it times now, there's nothing to learn
And be surprised if the sky's bright and blue
And the bird of Texas comes barreling through