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 got too hungry for a suitcase or guitar
To of them, all alone in the dark

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

Now the sky is a torn up denim and the clouds splattered 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 right out your trying to escape
the panicked paradox of day to day
If you cant understand something, then its best to be

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

I learned to listen, felt I was back at school
Shed talk forever 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 up her advice
Painted her front door, it seemed a goodbye
Its not that often but I think of her
Just something quaint, a couple ships in the

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