Luyện nghe bài hát Grace for Saints and Ramblers

But it all came to you and I
But it all down to you and I

There were banged up hands stealing first
Underneath the tables so we never grace
Falling out of bed for the workday
There was kissing in the cracks of the flash streets
There were button blossoms and merry Rotten
Chewed up and swallowed by the they were trying to follow
Bit too and we paid no tax on our quick romantic cul de sac

But it all down to you and I
But it all down to you and I

There washed out cars in our bark-old clothes
They rubbing on each other rubbing ghost on ghost
There jonesed-up punks and Jesus freaks
Weaving in and out of trouble wrapping round and a leash
There were sleepless dreamers, blues day
The message and the messenger, gum beneath the
The sweet gum tree by the dug dunk
We could never give enough to the bad-luck
There were sinners, sweepstake winners
They with the farmer's daughter, capered with the corporate lawyers

But it all came to you and I
But it all down to you and I
But it all down to you and I
But it all down to you and I

There was laughing in the night, sugar in the
There were back stab handshakes made on
We were never out of and we never entertained
Anybody out of habit that the wind was going to change
There were misfits, teething biscuits
Bodies full of penny wishes, parties of pretty dishes
by side with the birds and bees
And we never grace and never ever took a knee
With the saints and ramblers, star handlers
High above the aviary, the cemetery
And we never wondered why, 'cause the sun was in our
There was seed for the field, was grease for the wheel
We drinking with the luminaries, eating with the visionaries

But it all down to you and I
But it all down to you and I
But it all came to you and I
But it all down to you and I
But it all down to you and I
But it all down to you and I