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

The last time I spoke to my before she died
She was describing to me this 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 waiting for the
I'm waiting, I'm ready, I it is my turn
All those cigarettes, alcohol, body's through
You're gone for sure when the comes 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 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 not ready for my mind 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 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 waiting for the
I've seen it three times now, there's nothing to
And be surprised if the sky's bright and blue
And the white of Texas comes barreling through