Luyện nghe bài hát Classic Cars

She was a royal 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 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 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, lighting candles to a cynical
Who wants the laugh at the fly trapped in the windowsill tape
You can go right out your mind trying to
From the panicked of day to day
If you cant something, then its best to be afraid

The world, it loves you if you are a chic chameleon
Intersecting circles, she could with anyone
But when business, she would lie about where shes from
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 it does, you will know what to do"

Without even knowing, I I took up her advice
Painted her door, it seemed 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, circles in a memory maze
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 so bent, it cant break