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 first base
Underneath the so we never sang grace
out of bed for the workday week
There was kissing in the cracks of the flood streets
There button blossoms and merry Johnny Rotten
Chewed up and by the profit they were trying to follow
Bit too green and we paid no tax on our romantic cul de sac

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

There were out cars in our bark-old clothes
They were rubbing on each other rubbing ghost on
There jonesed-up punks and Jesus freaks
Weaving in and out of trouble wrapping round and round a
were sleepless dreamers, blues day preachers
The message and the messenger, gum the register
The sweet gum tree by the dug tank
We could give enough to the bad-luck bank
There hopeless sinners, sweepstake winners
They danced with the farmer's daughter, capered the corporate lawyers

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

There was laughing in the night, in the shade
There were back stab made on faith
We were out of time and we never entertained
Anybody said out of habit that the wind was to change
were restless misfits, teething biscuits
Bodies of penny wishes, parties full of pretty dishes
Side by side the birds and bees
And we never grace and never ever took a knee
the saints and ramblers, movie star handlers
High the aviary, underneath the cemetery
And we wondered why, 'cause the sun was in our eyes
There was seed for the field, there was grease for the
We were drinking with the luminaries, eating with the

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 down to you and I