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 stealing first base
the tables so we never sang grace
Falling out of bed for the week
There was in the cracks of the flash flood streets
There were button 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 came to you and I

There were out cars in our bark-old clothes
They were rubbing on each other ghost on ghost
There were jonesed-up punks and freaks
Weaving in and out of trouble wrapping round and a leash
There were sleepless dreamers, day preachers
The message and the messenger, gum the register
The sweet gum tree by the dug tank
We could never give enough to the 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 down to you and I
But it all came to you and I
But it all down to you and I

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

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 down to you and I