Luyện nghe bài hát Grace for Saints and Ramblers

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

There were banged up hands stealing base
Underneath the tables so we never grace
out of bed for the workday week
There was kissing in the cracks of the flash flood
There button blossoms and merry Johnny Rotten
Chewed up and swallowed by the they were trying to follow
Bit too and we paid no tax on our quick romantic cul de sac

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

There were washed out cars in our clothes
were rubbing on each other rubbing ghost on ghost
There were 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 gum tree by the dug dunk tank
We could never give enough to the bad-luck
There hopeless sinners, sweepstake winners
They danced with the farmer's daughter, capered with the corporate

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

There was laughing in the night, sugar in the
were back stab handshakes made on faith
We were out of time and we never entertained
Anybody said out of habit that the wind was going to
There were restless misfits, teething
Bodies full of penny wishes, full of pretty dishes
Side by side with the and bees
And we never grace and never ever took a knee
the saints and ramblers, movie star handlers
High above the aviary, underneath the
And we never wondered why, 'cause the sun was in our
There was seed for the field, was grease for the wheel
We drinking with 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 down to you and I