Luyện nghe bài hát Ice Station Zebra

Hear me out, it ain't but I'll try to explain
Everything in the world labeled and named
A box, a definition, unavoidable
Who picked the label 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 Blow "Yo, you paint like Caravaggio"
You'll respond "No, an insult, Joe"
"I in a vacuum, I ain't coppin' no one."
up, son

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

Paying on the bills of late, but
I can't 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 running on molten

We got fever and there ain't no cure,
out insurance if you ain't too sure, girl
We do things that lovers do
Never have to ever hear the of school bells
Plaid jeans, no cellular
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 gonna go where you me to go, 'cause
I got that you just don't know and you can
up if you want to hear
And if you can't it, then... right here

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