Luyện nghe bài hát Classic Cars

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

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

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

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 trying to escape
From the paradox of day to day
If you cant something, then its best to be afraid

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

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

Without even knowing, I guess I up her advice
Painted her front door, it seemed a suitable
Its not that often but I of her sometimes
Just quaint, a couple ships in the night

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