Luyện nghe bài hát Ice Station Zebra

Hear me out, it easy but I'll try to explain
Everything in the world gets and named
A box, a rough definition,
Who picked the doesn't want 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, your obituary

Here's an
If Joe Blow says "Yo, you like Caravaggio"
respond "No, that's an insult, Joe"
"I in a vacuum, I ain't coppin' no one."
up, son

Everyone is a member of the family
down genes and ideas in harmony
The players and the cynics might be thinking 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 can't to remember the dates
I lay low and turn off the
Come on over, you can the stamps and
We put together a portfolio and
Sing in stereo
If we find a baby, let her the hold, but
Keep the car running on gold

We got fever and ain't no cure, girl
Take out if you ain't too sure, girl
We do things that lovers do
have to ever hear the rings of school bells
Plaid jeans, no phone
All the time in the world, no zone
My time is mine and they know can't get it
J. B. told me you got to hit it and it

I'm gonna go where you want me to go, 'cause
I got feelings that you just don't and you can
Listen up if you to hear
And if you stand it, then... right here

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