Luyện nghe bài hát Crows 2

4 and 21
go south
For the when a punk goes out
Checkerboard of death-forms
Hauled via vaudeville
And encased where the claw wane off broadway the god way
Watch, our
Commuters from the farms news of el chupacabra
Who transfuse out a fresh punk skull
Dumb blood suckers
Only the chum
box butcher
Encouraging poor
a pall bore not a sure sign ofjarred lightning"
Harsh, that's how the yellow spine-diner was
Feral feeding that strung his organs up like tire art
Chippin' a drippy set of broke bone
for the hive mind
Less for the mine finders
Fine, no defacto in the eatery
Unless you count the way they led his heart through his tee
out the front

4 and 22
Cue the cut mouth
Chew when a punk goes out
of tart-tongued ghouls
Never run truck
Run a culinary for gluttony-drunk wolves
In guttural
Smothering buttery lung
sign of punk showed up on the diagnostic
Hm, pardon if I seem all the see-sawed loss, I can't call it
All drawn straws and orange caution
Or outcast creeps re-involved for
It's gaudy, plus when a offspring and yours share an all evolve salty
Watch, if fortune is a with venom and laser tits
Maybe sin ll for sugar-flavored flesh
Kings taste terrible at best and in peace raw
The rest are
Caw!