Luyện nghe bài hát Ice Station Zebra

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

Here's an
If Joe says "Yo, you paint like Caravaggio"
respond "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 genes and ideas in harmony
The players and the cynics be thinking it's odd
But if you rewind the tape, all copying god
god, copying god
Copying god, god
Add your own piece, but the puzzle is

Paying interest on the of late, but
I just can't to remember the dates
I lay low and off the lamps
Come on over, you can the stamps and
We could put together a and
hallelujah in stereo
If we a baby, let her into the hold, but
Keep the car on molten gold

We got and there ain't no cure, girl
Take out insurance if you too sure, girl
We do that lovers do well
have to ever hear the rings of school bells
Plaid jeans, no cellular
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 me to go, 'cause
I got feelings that you just don't and you can
up if you want to hear
And if you can't stand it, then... here

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