Luyện nghe bài hát Graces For Saints And Ramblers

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

There banged up hands stealing first base
the tables so we never sang grace
Falling out of bed for the week
There was kissing in the cracks of the flood streets
There were button blossoms and Johnny Rotten
Chewed up and swallowed by the profit they were 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 were washed out in our bark-old clothes
They rubbing on each other rubbing ghost on ghost
There were jonesed-up punks and freaks
Weaving in and out of trouble wrapping round and a leash
There sleepless dreamers, blues day preachers
The and the messenger, gum beneath the register
The sweet gum by the dug dunk tank
We could give enough to the bad-luck bank
were hopeless sinners, sweepstake winners
They danced with the farmer's daughter, with the corporate lawyers

But it all down 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

There was laughing in the night, in the shade
There were back stab handshakes made on
We were out of time and we never entertained
said out of habit that the wind was going to change
There restless misfits, teething biscuits
Bodies full of penny wishes, parties full of dishes
Side by with the birds and bees
And we never sang grace and never took a knee
the saints and ramblers, movie star handlers
High above the aviary, underneath the
And we never wondered why, the sun was in our eyes
There was for the field, there was grease for the wheel
We were drinking with the luminaries, eating with the

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