Luyện nghe bài hát Grace for Saints and Ramblers

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

were banged up hands stealing first base
Underneath the tables so we sang grace
Falling out of bed for the week
There was in the cracks of the flash flood streets
There were button blossoms and Johnny Rotten
Chewed up and swallowed by the they were trying to follow
Bit too green and we no tax on our quick romantic cul de sac

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

There were washed out cars in our bark-old
They were rubbing on each rubbing ghost on ghost
were jonesed-up punks and Jesus freaks
Weaving in and out of trouble wrapping round and a leash
There sleepless dreamers, blues day preachers
The message and the messenger, gum beneath the
The sweet gum by the dug dunk tank
We never give enough to the bad-luck bank
There were sinners, sweepstake winners
danced 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 came to you and I

was laughing in the night, sugar in the shade
There were back stab made on faith
We never out of time and we never entertained
Anybody out of habit that the wind was going to change
There were restless misfits, teething
Bodies full of penny wishes, parties full of pretty
by side with the birds and bees
And we never sang and never ever took a knee
With the saints and ramblers, movie star
High the aviary, underneath the cemetery
And we never wondered why, the sun was in our eyes
was seed for the field, there 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 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
But it all down to you and I