Luyện nghe bài hát Classic Cars

She was a real lady, true patron of the arts
Said the 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 her in a bed made for a queen
She I kissed her different, that all the men her age were mean
Gave me I wanted, oh, the generosity
I took all I could, it was free

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

And I keep for that blindfold faith, lighting candles to a cynical saint
Who wants the last at the fly trapped in the windowsill tape
You can go right out your mind to escape
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
circles, she could hang with 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, like I was back at school
Shed talk forever about the of the moon
Saying, "Everything's a cycle, youve got to let it to you
And when it does, you know what to do"

Without even knowing, I guess I up her advice
her front door, it seemed a suitable goodbye
Its not that but I think of her sometimes
Just quaint, a couple ships in the night

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