Luyện nghe bài hát Ice Station Zebra

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

an example
If Joe Blow says "Yo, you paint 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 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 is god's

Paying on the bills of late, but
I just can't seem to the dates
I lay low and turn off the
Come on over, you can lick the 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 gold

We got fever and ain't no cure, girl
Take out insurance if you ain't too sure,
We do that lovers do well
have to ever hear the rings of school bells
Plaid jeans, no phone
All the in the world, no twilight zone
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 want me to go,
I got feelings that you just know and you can
up if you want to hear
And if you can't stand it, then... right

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