Luyện nghe bài hát Classic Cars

She was a royal 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 of them, all alone in the dark

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

Now the sky is a torn up and the clouds 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 for that blindfold faith, lighting candles to a cynical saint
Who wants the last laugh at the fly in the windowsill tape
You can go out your mind trying to escape
From the paradox of day to day
If you understand 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 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
Shed talk about the phases of the moon
Saying, "Everything's a cycle, got to let it come to you
And it does, you will know what to do"

Without knowing, I guess I took up her advice
her front door, it seemed a suitable goodbye
Its not often but I think of her sometimes
something 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 death mask that's gonna my face
I had to change the to the safe
it all behind a wall, let people wait
And trust a heart that's so bent, it cant break