Luyện nghe bài hát Grace for Saints and Ramblers

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

There were up hands stealing first base
Underneath the tables so we sang grace
out of bed for the workday week
There was kissing in the of the flash flood streets
There were button blossoms and Johnny Rotten
Chewed up and swallowed by the they were trying to follow
Bit too green and we 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 were washed out cars in our clothes
They were rubbing on each other ghost on ghost
There were punks and Jesus freaks
Weaving in and out of trouble round and round a leash
There were dreamers, blues day preachers
The message and the messenger, gum beneath the
The sweet gum tree by the dug dunk
We could never give to the bad-luck bank
There hopeless sinners, sweepstake winners
They danced with the farmer's daughter, capered with the corporate

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

There was in the night, sugar in the shade
There were back stab made on faith
We were never out of time and we entertained
Anybody said out of that the wind was going to change
were restless misfits, teething biscuits
Bodies full of wishes, parties full of pretty dishes
Side by side the birds and bees
And we never sang grace and never took a knee
With the saints and ramblers, movie handlers
High above the aviary, the cemetery
And we never wondered why, 'cause the sun was in our
There was for the field, there was grease for the wheel
We were drinking 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 came to you and I