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
Falling out of bed for the week
There was kissing in the cracks of the flash streets
There were button blossoms and Johnny Rotten
Chewed up and swallowed by the profit they trying to follow
Bit too green and we paid no tax on our romantic cul de sac

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

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

There was in the night, sugar in the shade
There were stab handshakes made on faith
We never 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, full of pretty dishes
Side by with the birds and bees
And we never sang grace and never took a knee
With the saints and ramblers, movie star
High above the aviary, underneath the
And we wondered why, 'cause the sun was in our eyes
There was seed for the field, was grease for the wheel
We drinking with the luminaries, eating with the visionaries

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