Luyện nghe bài hát Bird Feeder

I'm gettin' now
I gotta pry these off me that just bolt me down
So let the gauge
I fill the of my kitchen sink with scotch
the glass out, do my dishes, sweep my spot
I was glossy-eyed weed on my canopy
But nowadays all I really need is my
I solace, I found a gal that don't bite
My heartbeats resembling the sound of pipes
wanna be my dad's senile son
But my momma's taught me how to treat my lungs
You see, nothing cleanses me like a mile run
It'll help me every dream I've spun

I am lookin' at my new front
I made a bird outta beer bottles lying on the floor
I am lookin at my new front
And I am not to bite another poisonous apple core
I am a figure, a father of sorts
Responsible in no time to keep my fuse
Still I'm, I'm right
If they don't wanna me, fuck 'em
I changed, just got sick of being what I wasn't

I will be by a genre
And ain't a mantra
I just think it's healthy for me to
the pomegranate haze
The ghost and promenades
Where penpushers choke down their marmalade
of romance, Huxters
Avenue performers, balloon twisting
Multi-colored slimeball shady pool hustlers
Discharge outta their car mufflers
My town breeds deers and wild foxes
My life is all around the house in brown boxes
I am an human, I am a man
That's quite of God's plan, you understand.

I am at my new front door
I made a bird feeder outta bottles lying on the floor
I am lookin at my new front
And I am not about to bite another apple core
I am a figure, a father of sorts
in no time to keep my fuse short
Still I'm, I'm right
If they don't wanna love me, 'em
I haven't changed, just got sick of being what I

I understood suicide better ever
But it just ain't for me, not my cup of tea
I accept the challenge that my demons are though
That means being patient with a old
That means I admit when I'm wrong or we don't make
And just we break down doesn't mean we break up
And yeah, we got money problems, so
We share a love that's so
(bring the in)
I'm gonna follow archaic guidlines
Have a family, stay healthy through my
I'm talkin' oxygen, blood flow, practice
I for a therapeutic tracklist
My dad is 66-years old, he runs miles every other day
What can I say?
But these are the years, friends
I loved my 20's but I not do them again
begin, it goes

I am lookin' at my new front
I a bird feeder outta beer bottles lying on the floor
I am lookin at my new door
And I am not about to bite another poisonous core
I am a figure, a father of sorts
Responsible in no time to keep my fuse
Still I'm, I'm right
If they don't wanna love me, 'em
I haven't changed, just got sick of being what I