Luyện nghe bài hát Classic Cars

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

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

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

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

The whole world, it loves you if you are a chic
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 learned to listen, felt like I was at school
Shed forever about the phases of the moon
Saying, "Everything's a cycle, youve got to let it to you
And when it does, you will know to do"

Without knowing, I guess I took up her advice
Painted her front door, it seemed a 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 gonna cover my face
I had to change the to the safe
Hide it all a wall, let people wait
And never a heart that's so bent, it cant break