Luyện nghe bài hát Classic Cars

She was a real royal lady, patron of the arts
Said the best singers die in the back of classic cars
So if I ever got too hungry for a suitcase or
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, all the men her age were mean
me anything I wanted, oh, the generosity
I took all that I could, it was

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 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 the last laugh at the fly trapped in the windowsill tape
You can go right out mind trying to escape
From the panicked of day to day
If you cant understand something, then its best to be

The whole world, it loves you if you are a chameleon
Intersecting circles, she could hang with
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 back at
Shed talk forever about the phases of the
Saying, "Everything's a cycle, got to let it come to you
And when it does, you will what to do"

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

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