Luyện nghe bài hát Grace for Saints and Ramblers

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

There were banged up hands stealing base
the tables so we never sang grace
Falling out of bed for the week
There was kissing in the of the flash flood streets
There button blossoms and merry Johnny Rotten
up and swallowed by the profit they were trying to follow
Bit too green and we paid no tax on our quick cul de sac

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

There were out cars in our bark-old clothes
They were rubbing on each other rubbing ghost on
There were punks and Jesus freaks
Weaving in and out of trouble wrapping round and round a
There were sleepless dreamers, blues day
The message and the messenger, gum the register
The gum tree by the dug dunk tank
We could never enough to the bad-luck bank
There were hopeless sinners, sweepstake
They danced with the daughter, capered with the corporate lawyers

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 came to you and I

There was laughing in the night, in the shade
There were back stab handshakes on faith
We were never out of time and we entertained
said out of habit that the wind was going to change
There were restless misfits, biscuits
full of penny wishes, parties full of pretty dishes
Side by side with the and bees
And we never grace and never ever 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 seed for the field, was grease for the wheel
We were drinking with the luminaries, eating the visionaries

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