Luyện nghe bài hát Classic Cars

She was a real lady, true patron of the arts
the best country 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 laid some nights beside her in a bed made for a
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 going back to my home
To tell them all that I made a

And I keep looking for that blindfold faith, candles to a cynical saint
Who wants the laugh 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 understand something, then its best to be

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

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

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

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