Luyện nghe bài hát Crows 1

Birds of a
Black feather together forever and ever and they always remember you
And all of the you do
They pass it to the birdies and then they remember too
baby bluebird eyes turn black
Without the face of the guy in the mask
When you see me baby will you scream or you laugh?
Little baby blue bird, turn black

4 and 20 gory pantone black crows shredding
The silouettes are lefty scissors
Separating horn and hoof as own
They piggy back the tombs of all deadest friends and neighbors
By the image, green-cheese moon
shit, graveyard tchk! tchk!
Shifter shit, brother was a face
Crown like a heart-shaped tunnel of woven branches in over his hydro-plaining pace car chase...
Wait up let me isolate the bass
of god's acre
Aim to the snow off each forsaken name here
Supposedly free the vipers out the bosom
Personally I it's a bunch of bullshit
Prisoners, is for lovers
God forbid he flip the witch against her coven on dip or play the dozens
Now I skips in larvae and dental records
On a little plot pregnant 6 million sentenceenders
And the tech support for emphatically horrendous
Teenage explaining what bated breath is
Pass, I it were something I could diagram on a napkin so you won't feel so detached if it should happen to you privately
your shadows'll cat call back
Happy to split the button eye and burlap
the crypt
Bats eject like cousin wing-ed Iapdogs ricocheting sonar of the sacrilege
Now let me slow this shit down for all you half-goat cowards
even grit my teeth for you
I am so completely off the god-damn grid not a question of addressing me, I
T's "what do these symbols under the mean"
Perhaps a little dash of karma chameleons through the for good/young
used a good lung
Still, to corpses wasn't nothing to the kid but unforgiving science or cinematic horrors
Fast forward, my knee in the gut of a
"remember that cow in the seems awkward
And I know your people donated pints to the pavement but for ash and bone to share a space with strangers seems outrageous, ain't it?
Maybe a dialog of howls that reshapes thejowls and face somehow relates to whatever you have found among a cloned shrines, either way - dope stone lion

And call to let you know your friend is dead in a box
The have the tools to get the meat out of the box
Scientific, ritualistic, headstone foxes still rot
I'm not gonna rot, no, that snot
You can let let you rot, man
But I'm not going to
I'm not gonna atop your plot
I love you friends, but I'm not
On the other if your ashes are scattered in the sea
I swim in the sea and you'll be with me
And if your shit is scattered at the roots of a
I will that tree

Everything you think hiding shows
In the way you view the graves like a string of tiny
Messages you'd away for keeps has resurfaced to be heard amidst the butchery and beaks
You don't want the passengers to
You each cow taxidermy'd fatter than the last
lighting is a rush
While it might a silhouette it might expose a crutch
A proud chest to the heavens
Holds nothing if cutting past the muscle and the tendon
And we will be cutting the muscle and the tendon...