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 first base
Underneath the tables so we never grace
out of bed for the workday week
There was kissing in the cracks of the flash streets
There were button blossoms and Johnny Rotten
Chewed up and swallowed by the profit they were trying to
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 came to you and I

There washed out cars in our bark-old clothes
They rubbing on each other rubbing ghost on ghost
There were punks and Jesus freaks
in and out of trouble wrapping round and round a leash
There were sleepless dreamers, day preachers
The and the messenger, gum beneath the register
The gum tree by the dug dunk tank
We could never give enough to the bad-luck
There hopeless 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 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 said out of habit that the was going to change
There were restless misfits, teething
Bodies full of penny wishes, parties full of pretty
Side by with the birds and bees
And we sang grace and never ever took a knee
With the saints and ramblers, movie star
High the aviary, underneath the cemetery
And we never why, 'cause the sun was in our eyes
was seed for the field, there 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 came to you and I
But it all down to you and I
But it all down to you and I