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

The last I spoke to my aunt before she died
She was to me this incredible owl
That was in a tree
It nothing to me
But it a lot more 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 body's
You're gone for sure when the bird for you

And the last time I spoke to my uncle before he
It was the very same week, but one 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, help me, I can't the room,
You're gone for when the bird comes for you."

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

My body's not ready for my to learn
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 this world.
Gate twenty-seven, I can't the room.
You're free to board now, waiting for you."

I'm waiting, I'm waiting, I'm waiting for the
I've seen it three now, there's nothing to learn
And don't be surprised if the bright and blue
And the bird of Texas comes barreling through