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

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 came to you and I

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