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 were banged up stealing first base
the tables so we never sang grace
Falling out of bed for the week
There was in the cracks of the flash flood streets
There were blossoms and merry Johnny Rotten
Chewed up and swallowed by the profit were trying 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 cars in our bark-old
were 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
were sleepless dreamers, blues day preachers
The and the messenger, gum beneath the register
The sweet gum tree by the dug tank
We could give enough to the bad-luck bank
were hopeless sinners, sweepstake winners
They danced with the farmer's daughter, capered 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 back stab handshakes made on
We never out of time and we never entertained
said out of habit that the wind was going to change
There were restless misfits, biscuits
full of penny wishes, parties full of pretty dishes
Side by with the birds and bees
And we never sang grace and never ever a knee
With the and ramblers, movie star handlers
High above the aviary, the cemetery
And we never wondered why, the sun was in our eyes
There was seed for the field, there was grease for the
We were drinking with the luminaries, eating with the

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