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 banged up hands first base
Underneath the tables so we never 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
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 came to you and I
But it all came to you and I

There were washed out in our bark-old clothes
They were rubbing on each rubbing ghost on ghost
There were jonesed-up and Jesus freaks
Weaving in and out of trouble wrapping and round a leash
were sleepless dreamers, blues day preachers
The message and the messenger, gum the register
The sweet gum tree by the dug dunk
We could never give enough to the bad-luck
There were sinners, sweepstake winners
They danced with the 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 laughing in the night, in the shade
There back stab handshakes made on faith
We were never out of and we never entertained
said out of habit that the wind was going to change
There were restless misfits, teething
Bodies full of penny wishes, parties full of dishes
Side by side with the and bees
And we never sang grace and ever took a knee
With the saints and ramblers, movie star
High the aviary, underneath 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 with the luminaries, eating with the

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