Luyện nghe bài hát Graces 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 first
the tables so we never sang grace
Falling out of bed for the workday
There was kissing in the of the flash flood streets
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 down to you and I
But it all came to you and I

were washed out cars in our bark-old clothes
They were rubbing on each other rubbing ghost on
There were punks and Jesus freaks
Weaving in and out of trouble round and round a leash
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 give to the bad-luck bank
were 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 down 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
There were stab handshakes made on faith
We were never out of and we never entertained
Anybody said out of habit the wind was going to change
were restless misfits, teething 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 a knee
With the saints and ramblers, star handlers
High the aviary, underneath the cemetery
And we never why, 'cause the sun was in our eyes
There was seed for the field, there was grease for the
We were with the luminaries, eating with the visionaries

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
But it all down to you and I