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

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

were washed out cars in our bark-old clothes
They were on each other rubbing ghost on ghost
were jonesed-up punks and Jesus freaks
Weaving in and out of trouble wrapping round and round a
There were sleepless dreamers, day preachers
The message and the messenger, gum the register
The sweet gum by the dug dunk tank
We could never give enough to the bank
There were hopeless sinners, winners
They danced with the farmer's daughter, 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, sugar in the
were back stab handshakes made on faith
We were never out of and we never entertained
Anybody said out of habit that the wind was going to
There were misfits, teething biscuits
full of penny wishes, parties full of pretty dishes
Side by side the birds and bees
And we never sang grace and never ever took a
the saints and ramblers, movie star handlers
High above the aviary, the cemetery
And we wondered why, 'cause the sun was in our eyes
There was seed for the field, was grease for the wheel
We were drinking the luminaries, eating with the visionaries

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