Luyện nghe bài hát Graces For Saints And Ramblers

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

There were up hands stealing first base
the tables so we never sang grace
Falling out of bed for the week
There was in the cracks of the flash flood streets
There were button blossoms and merry Rotten
Chewed up and swallowed by the profit they trying to follow
Bit too green and we paid no tax on our quick cul de sac

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

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

was laughing in the night, sugar in the shade
There were back stab made on faith
We were never out of and we never entertained
said out of habit that the wind was going to change
There were misfits, teething biscuits
Bodies full of penny wishes, parties full of dishes
Side by side with the birds and
And we never sang grace and never ever took a
With the saints and ramblers, movie handlers
above the aviary, underneath the cemetery
And we never why, 'cause the sun was in our eyes
There was seed for the field, there was grease for the
We were drinking 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 down to you and I
But it all came to you and I
But it all came to you and I