Luyện nghe bài hát Vultures

You wait for death to happen, you looked up bloody
you con the elderly feeblos up out they pension
you kick 'em when down, you tell 'em god is coming
you the lonely souls, 800 numbers runnin'
You sell what you reposes, you clean 'em out their
you wait for to try to rest and yank it out they chest
You sell them medicine you them think they need
you come the flowers but you's a dirty weed.

Like serpents and snakes, rattle they bite
whatever it takes they get they like
always stay and go where they like
money they make it and gone in the night
and no mistake, they do got a heart
it's blacker than and hard as a rock
dont quiver or shake when they a part
and break it apart who swim the sharks.

(chorus)
Pick at the eyes, pick at the
youre wretchedly sick and deranged.
Cause a vulture a wicked vulture!
Pick at the heart pick at the
Pick 'em and drag 'em down into hole
Cause you's a a wicked vulture!

You cut the fingers off if a ring still on 'em
if they come in cursed, you still want 'em
You promised big things is headed for next
but then you as soon as the checks clear
you lash out at the poor and 'em to give you more
everything off for the church, sleep on the floor
you point the juiciest out to all the vampires
but lurking in the you might get bit by spiders.

and bugs, flies and mosquitoes,
hookers with drugs and ass needles,
alley way cats, and rats,
killers with gats you with bats
they scums, bums as anything comes and
they mix with of hoes, dirty like all of those
I cause wicked is the way that they chose.

(chorus)

(Skit)
Go away Doc/ Leave him alone/ When will he die?/ I'll be at home/ Who gets his car?/ Who gets the crib?/ Those are his pills?/ I'm poppin' the lid/ I give him a week/ What do I get?/ Put me in his will/ He's moving again/ Sign it like him/ Cut off that beep/ There go his morphine/ That shit is sweet/ Give me a hit!/ The preacher called/ He's tryin' to get paid/ Who's feeding his dog?/ Fuck that dog!/ It's beepin again!/ Whoa, that morphine's kickin' in/ What about his money?/ He wants the to have it/ How long til he dies?/ Let's check his wallet/ Lets pull the plug/ Do you think he can hear?/ He's fuckin' dyin'/ He doesn't care/

Like serpents and snakes, rattle they bite
whatever it takes they get they like
and they hide, and they gonna run
but they gonna suffer carnival fun
and make no mistake do got a heart
it's than coal and hard as a rock
they visit the carnival clowns
and gonna parish We promise you now.

(chorus X2)