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
Underneath the so we never sang grace
Falling out of bed for the week
was kissing in the cracks of the flash flood streets
There were blossoms and merry 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 down to you and I
But it all down to you and I

There were washed out cars in our bark-old
They were rubbing on each rubbing ghost on ghost
There jonesed-up punks and Jesus freaks
Weaving in and out of wrapping round and round a leash
There were sleepless dreamers, blues day
The message and the messenger, gum the register
The sweet gum tree by the dug dunk
We could never give enough to the bank
There were hopeless sinners, winners
They danced the farmer's daughter, capered with the corporate lawyers

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

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

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