Luyện nghe bài hát Spare-Ohs

The and sparrows build nests in my chimney
What remains of the small flightless birds that you failed to
But the yoke isnt easy, in its a drag
Acid blown to and mountains of rice
All over the suburbs, across the great
And they're dusting gardens all over this town

But nobody cares it gets in their hair
It gets in their lungs as it through the air
It gets in the that they buy and prepare
But cares when it gets in their hair

Across the great and the schisms
And the aneurysms
Where the black ink will drip across the cusps of your
And your teeth are worth more than you can

Dont tell me it just isnt fair
Dont about the cycles of life
Cause thoughts are so soft
I cut 'em with a spork or a bride's knife

And the made our minds too loose
A choice of words
And you tell me Im too abstruse
I thought I was a kind of bird
I swear I just stood not saying a word
Not saying a word, not saying a