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

There washed out cars in our bark-old clothes
They were rubbing on each other rubbing ghost on
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 message and the messenger, gum the register
The sweet gum by the dug dunk tank
We could never enough to the bad-luck bank
There were hopeless sinners, 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 came to you and I

There was laughing in the night, in the shade
There were back stab made on faith
We never out of time and we never entertained
Anybody said out of habit that the wind was going to
There restless misfits, teething biscuits
Bodies full of wishes, parties full of pretty dishes
Side by with the birds and bees
And we never sang grace and never ever took a
With the and ramblers, movie star handlers
High above the aviary, the cemetery
And we never why, 'cause the sun was in our eyes
There was seed for the field, was grease for the wheel
We were with the luminaries, eating with the visionaries

But it all came 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