Luyện nghe bài hát Ice Station Zebra

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

Here's an
If Joe Blow "Yo, you paint like Caravaggio"
You'll "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 it's odd
But if you rewind the tape, we're all god
Copying god, god
god, copying god
Add your own piece, but the is god's

Paying interest on the of late, but
I just can't seem to remember the
I lay low and off the lamps
Come on over, you can the stamps and
We could put a portfolio and
Sing hallelujah in
If we find a baby, let her the hold, but
Keep the car running on gold

We got and there ain't no cure, girl
Take out insurance if you too sure, girl
We do things that lovers do
have to ever hear the rings of school bells
Plaid jeans, no cellular
All the time in the world, no zone
My time is mine and they know they 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 don't know and you can
up if you want to hear
And if you can't stand it, then... here

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