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

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

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

There washed out cars in our bark-old clothes
They were rubbing on other rubbing ghost on ghost
There were punks and Jesus freaks
in and out of trouble wrapping round and round a leash
There were dreamers, blues day preachers
The message and the messenger, gum the register
The sweet gum by the dug dunk tank
We could never give enough to the bank
There were hopeless sinners, sweepstake
They danced 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 came 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 never
Anybody out of habit that the wind was going to change
There were restless misfits, teething
Bodies full of penny wishes, full of pretty dishes
Side by side with the birds and
And we never sang grace and never ever a knee
With the and ramblers, movie star handlers
above the aviary, underneath 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, with 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 came to you and I