Luyện nghe bài hát Bird Feeder

I'm older now
I gotta pry these vices off me that bolt me down
So let the pulses
I the pipes of my kitchen sink with scotch
Wash the glass out, do my dishes, my spot
I was smokin weed on my canopy
But all I really need is my family
I found solace, I a gal that don't bite
My heartbeats the sound of calliope pipes
wanna be my dad's senile son
But my momma's death me how to treat my lungs
You see, nothing cleanses me a three mile run
It'll me untangle every dream I've spun

I am at my new front door
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 apple core
I am a figure, a figure of sorts
Responsible in no 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 of being what I wasn't

I will be confined by a
And that a mantra
I just think it's healthy for me to
Throught the haze
The ghost and promenades
corporate penpushers choke down their marmalade
Engineers of romance,
Avenue performers, balloon twisting
Multi-colored pill-shoveling shady pool hustlers
Discharge carcinogens their car mufflers
My town still breeds deers and foxes
My life is scattered all 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 at my new front door
And I am not about to bite another apple core
I am a figure, a father figure of
Responsible in no time to my fuse short
Still I'm, I'm right
If they don't wanna me, fuck 'em
I haven't changed, just got sick of being I wasn't

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

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