Luyện nghe bài hát Classic Cars

She was a real royal lady, patron of the arts
Said the best country singers die in the of classic cars
So if I got too hungry for a suitcase or guitar
To think of them, all 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 mean
me anything 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 splattered
Its a room Im renovating, its a name I got to
If I get out of California, Im going back to my home
To tell them all that I made a

And I looking for that blindfold faith, lighting candles to a cynical saint
Who wants the last laugh at the fly trapped in the tape
You can go right out mind trying to escape
the panicked paradox of day to day
If you cant understand something, then its to be afraid

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

I to listen, felt like I was back at school
Shed talk forever about the of the moon
Saying, "Everything's a cycle, got to let it come to you
And when it does, you will know to do"

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

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