Luyện nghe bài hát Ice Station Zebra

Hear me out, it ain't but I'll try to explain
in the world gets labeled and named
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 have to listen
To any of the label makers, printing obituary

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

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

interest on the bills of late, but
I just seem to remember the dates
I lay low and turn off the
on over, you can lick the stamps and
We could put a portfolio and
Sing in stereo
If we find a baby, let her the hold, but
Keep the car on molten gold

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

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

The name of the tune is Cool Hand Luke,
I got stripes on my and boots
In prison you learn a lesson
From the to the hot box session