Luyện nghe bài hát Graces For Saints And Ramblers

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

There banged up hands stealing first base
Underneath the tables so we sang grace
Falling out of bed for the week
There was kissing in the cracks of the flash flood
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 came to you and I
But it all came to you and I

There were washed out in our bark-old clothes
They were 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, day preachers
The and the messenger, gum beneath the register
The gum tree by the dug dunk tank
We could never give enough to the bank
There hopeless 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 down to you and I
But it all came to you and I
But it all down to you and I

There was in the night, sugar in the shade
were back stab handshakes made on faith
We were never out of and we never entertained
Anybody said out of habit that the was going to change
were restless misfits, teething biscuits
Bodies full of wishes, parties full of pretty dishes
Side by with the birds and bees
And we sang grace and never ever took a knee
With the and ramblers, movie star handlers
High the aviary, underneath the cemetery
And we never wondered why, the sun was in our eyes
There was for the field, there was grease for the wheel
We were with the luminaries, eating 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 down to you and I
But it all came to you and I
But it all down to you and I