Luyện nghe bài hát Ice Station Zebra

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

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

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

Paying interest on the 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 put together a portfolio and
hallelujah in stereo
If we a baby, let her into the hold, but
Keep the car running on molten

We got and there ain't no cure, girl
Take out if you ain't too sure, girl
We do things that do well
Never have to ever hear the rings of bells
Plaid jeans, no cellular
All the time in the world, no twilight
My time is mine and they know they 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 to hear
And if you stand it, then... right here

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