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 stealing first base
Underneath the tables so we sang grace
Falling out of bed for the week
There was kissing in the of the flash flood streets
There were blossoms and merry Johnny Rotten
up and swallowed by the profit 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 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 jonesed-up and Jesus freaks
Weaving in and out of trouble wrapping round and round a
There sleepless dreamers, blues day preachers
The and the messenger, gum beneath the register
The sweet gum tree by the dug dunk
We could never enough to the bad-luck bank
were hopeless sinners, sweepstake winners
They with the farmer's 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 down to you and I

There was laughing in the night, sugar in the
There back stab handshakes made on faith
We were never out of and we never entertained
Anybody said out of habit the wind was going to change
There were misfits, teething biscuits
Bodies full of penny wishes, parties of pretty dishes
Side by side with the birds and
And we never sang grace and never took a knee
With the saints and ramblers, 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 drinking with the luminaries, eating with the visionaries

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