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

There banged up hands stealing first base
Underneath the tables so we never grace
Falling out of bed for the workday
There was kissing in the of the flash flood streets
There were button blossoms and merry 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 washed out in our bark-old clothes
They were rubbing on each other rubbing on ghost
There were jonesed-up punks and Jesus
Weaving in and out of trouble wrapping round and round a
There sleepless dreamers, blues day preachers
The and the messenger, gum beneath the register
The gum tree by the dug dunk tank
We could give enough to the bad-luck bank
There hopeless sinners, sweepstake winners
They danced the farmer's daughter, capered with 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 in the night, sugar in the shade
There were back stab handshakes on faith
We were never out of and we never entertained
said out of habit that the wind was going to change
There were misfits, teething biscuits
Bodies of penny wishes, parties full of pretty dishes
Side by side with the birds and
And we never sang and never ever took a knee
With the saints and ramblers, star handlers
above the aviary, underneath the cemetery
And we never wondered why, the sun was in our eyes
There was seed for the field, there was grease for the
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 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