Luyện nghe bài hát Grace for Saints and Ramblers

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

There banged up hands stealing first base
the tables so we never sang grace
Falling out of bed for the week
There was kissing in the cracks of the flood streets
were button blossoms and merry Johnny Rotten
Chewed up and 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 down to you and I
But it all came to you and I

There were washed out cars in our clothes
They were on each other rubbing ghost on ghost
There jonesed-up punks and Jesus freaks
Weaving in and out of trouble wrapping round and a leash
were sleepless dreamers, blues day preachers
The and the messenger, gum beneath the register
The sweet gum tree by the dug tank
We could never give to the bad-luck bank
There were hopeless sinners, winners
They danced with the farmer's daughter, capered with the 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

was laughing in the night, sugar in the shade
There were back stab handshakes made on
We were out of time and we never entertained
Anybody out of habit that the wind was going to change
There restless misfits, teething biscuits
Bodies full of penny wishes, parties of pretty dishes
Side by side the birds and bees
And we sang grace and never ever took a knee
With the saints and ramblers, movie star
High above the aviary, 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, 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 came to you and I
But it all down to you and I
But it all came to you and I