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

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

There were washed out cars in our clothes
were rubbing on each other rubbing ghost on ghost
There were jonesed-up punks and Jesus
Weaving in and out of trouble wrapping round and round a
There were dreamers, blues day preachers
The message and the messenger, gum the register
The sweet gum tree by the dug tank
We could give enough to the bad-luck bank
There were hopeless sinners, winners
danced with 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 came to you and I
But it all came to you and I

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