Luyện nghe bài hát Ice Station Zebra

Hear me out, it ain't easy but try to explain
Everything in the world labeled and named
A box, a definition, unavoidable
Who picked the label doesn't want to be
Truth, the warden, here's the keys to the prison
You your own box, you don't have to listen
To any of the makers, printing your obituary

an example
If Joe Blow says "Yo, you like Caravaggio"
respond "No, that's an insult, Joe"
"I live in a vacuum, I coppin' no one."
up, son

Everyone is a member of the family
Passing down and ideas in harmony
The players and the cynics might be it's odd
But if you rewind the tape, we're all god
god, copying god
Copying god, god
Add your own piece, but the puzzle is

Paying on the bills of late, but
I just can't seem to remember the
I lay low and off the lamps
on over, you can lick the stamps and
We could put together a and
Sing hallelujah in
If we a baby, let her into the hold, but
the car running on molten gold

We got fever and ain't no cure, girl
Take out insurance if you too sure, girl
We do things lovers do well
Never have to ever hear the rings of school
Plaid jeans, no phone
All the time in the world, no twilight
My is mine and they know they can't get it
J. B. told me you got to hit it and it

I'm never gonna go where you want me to go,
I got feelings that you don't know and you can
Listen up if you to hear
And if you can't stand it, then... here

The name of the tune is Hand Luke, 'cause
I got on my pants and boots
In prison you could a lesson
From the to the hot box session