Luyện nghe bài hát Ice Station Zebra

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

an example
If Joe says "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 genes and in harmony
The players and the cynics be thinking it's odd
But if you rewind the tape, we're all god
god, copying god
Copying god, god
Add own piece, but the puzzle is god's

Paying on the bills of late, but
I just seem to remember the dates
I lay low and off the lamps
on over, you can lick the stamps and
We could put together a and
Sing in stereo
If we find a baby, let her the hold, but
the car running on molten gold

We got fever and ain't no cure, girl
Take out insurance if you ain't too sure,
We do things that do well
Never have to ever hear the of school bells
jeans, no cellular phone
All the in the world, no twilight zone
My time is mine and they they can't 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 don't and you can
Listen up if you want to
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