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

The last I spoke to my aunt before she died
She was describing to me incredible owl
That was in a tree
It meant to me
But it a lot more now

Because I'm waiting, I'm waiting, I'm 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 the bird comes for you

And the last time I spoke to my before he died
It was the same week, but one year before 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 when the bird comes for you."

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

My not ready 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 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
seen it three times now, there's nothing to learn
And don't be surprised if the sky's bright and
And the white bird of Texas comes barreling