Luyện nghe bài hát Classic Cars

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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