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 were up hands stealing first base
Underneath the tables so we never sang
Falling out of bed for the workday
There was kissing in the cracks of the flood streets
There were blossoms and merry Johnny Rotten
Chewed up and swallowed by the they were trying to follow
Bit too and we paid 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

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

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

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

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