Luyện nghe bài hát Classic Cars

She was a real royal lady, true of the arts
Said the country singers die in the back of classic cars
So if I ever got too for a suitcase or guitar
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 were
Gave me 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 paint
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 that I made a

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

The whole world, it loves you if you are a chic
Intersecting circles, she could hang anyone
But when conducting business, she would lie where 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 phases of the
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 front door, it a suitable goodbye
Its not often but I think of her sometimes
Just something quaint, a ships in the night

And they keep moving at a glacial pace, turning in a memory maze
I made a new cast of the death mask gonna cover my face
I had to the combination to the safe
it all behind a wall, let people wait
And trust a heart that's so bent, it cant break