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 hands stealing base
Underneath the tables so we never grace
Falling out of bed for the workday
There was kissing in the of the flash flood streets
There were blossoms and merry Johnny Rotten
Chewed up and swallowed by the profit they were to follow
Bit too green and we no tax on our quick romantic cul de sac

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

were washed out cars in our bark-old clothes
They were rubbing on each other rubbing on ghost
There were punks and Jesus freaks
Weaving in and out of trouble wrapping and round a leash
There were dreamers, blues day preachers
The message and the messenger, gum beneath the
The sweet gum tree by the dug dunk
We could give enough to the bad-luck bank
There were sinners, sweepstake winners
They danced with the farmer's daughter, capered with the 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 down to you and I

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