Luyện nghe bài hát Ice Station Zebra

Hear me out, it ain't easy but I'll try to
Everything in the world gets labeled and
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, printing your

an example
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 is a member of the family
Passing down and ideas in harmony
The and the cynics might be thinking it's odd
But if you rewind the tape, all copying god
god, copying 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 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 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. told me you got to hit it and it

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

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