Luyện nghe bài hát Classic Cars

She was a real lady, true patron of the arts
Said the best country singers die in the back of classic
So if I ever got too hungry for a or guitar
To think of them, all alone in the

So I laid nights beside her in a bed made for a queen
She said I kissed her different, that all the men her age mean
Gave me anything I wanted, oh, the
I took all that I could, it was

Now the sky is a torn up denim and the clouds just paint
Its a room Im renovating, its a name I got to
If I get out of California, Im going to my home state
To tell them all that I made a

And I keep looking for that blindfold faith, lighting candles to a saint
Who wants the last at the fly trapped in the windowsill tape
You can go right out your mind trying to
From the panicked of day to day
If you cant understand something, then its to be afraid

The world, it loves you if you are a chic chameleon
Intersecting circles, she could hang with
But when conducting business, she would lie about where shes
Saying, "Life is how it is, not how it was"

I to listen, felt like I was back at school
Shed talk forever about the of the moon
Saying, "Everything's a cycle, youve got to let it to you
And when it does, you will what to do"

Without even knowing, I guess I took up her
Painted her door, it seemed a suitable goodbye
Its not that often but I think of her
something quaint, a couple ships in the night

And they keep moving at a glacial pace, turning circles in a memory
I a new cast of the death mask that's gonna cover my face
I had to change the combination to the
Hide it all a wall, let people wait
And never trust a that's so bent, it cant break