Luyện nghe bài hát Ice Station Zebra

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

an example
If Joe Blow says "Yo, you like Caravaggio"
You'll "No, that's an insult, Joe"
"I live in a vacuum, I ain't no one."
up, son

Everyone creating is a member of the
Passing down and ideas in harmony
The players and the cynics might be it's odd
But if you the tape, we're all copying 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
Come on over, you can lick the and
We could put together a and
Sing in stereo
If we find a baby, let her the hold, but
Keep the car running on molten

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

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

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