Luyện nghe bài hát Grace for Saints and Ramblers

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

There were banged up hands stealing first
the tables so we never sang grace
Falling out of bed for the workday
was kissing in the cracks of the flash flood streets
There were button blossoms and merry Rotten
up and swallowed by the profit they were trying to follow
Bit too and we paid 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 washed out cars in our bark-old clothes
They were rubbing on each other rubbing on ghost
There were jonesed-up punks and Jesus
in and out of trouble wrapping round and round a leash
There were sleepless dreamers, blues day
The message and the messenger, gum the register
The gum tree by the dug dunk tank
We could never give enough to the bad-luck
There were hopeless sinners, winners
They danced with the farmer's daughter, with the corporate lawyers

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

There was laughing in the night, in the shade
There were back stab handshakes on faith
We never out of time and we never entertained
Anybody said out of habit that the was going to change
There were misfits, teething biscuits
Bodies full of penny wishes, parties full of pretty
Side by side with the 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 wondered why, 'cause the sun was in our eyes
was seed for the field, there 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 down to you and I
But it all came to you and I
But it all came to you and I