Luyện nghe bài hát Graces For Saints And Ramblers

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

There were banged up hands stealing first
Underneath the tables so we sang grace
out of bed for the workday week
There was kissing in the of the flash flood streets
There were button blossoms and Johnny Rotten
Chewed up and swallowed by the they were trying to follow
Bit too green and we paid no tax on our quick cul de sac

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

There were washed out cars in our bark-old
They were rubbing on other rubbing ghost on ghost
There were jonesed-up punks and freaks
Weaving in and out of trouble wrapping and round a leash
There were sleepless dreamers, blues day
The message and the messenger, gum beneath the
The sweet gum tree by the dug dunk
We never give enough to the bad-luck bank
There hopeless sinners, sweepstake winners
They danced with the 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 came to you and I
But it all down to you and I

There was in the night, sugar in the shade
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, biscuits
Bodies full of penny wishes, parties full of pretty
by side with the birds and bees
And we never sang grace and never ever took a
With the saints and ramblers, movie handlers
High above the aviary, underneath the
And we wondered why, 'cause the sun was in our eyes
was seed for the field, there was grease for the wheel
We were 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 came to you and I