Luyện nghe bài hát Ice Station Zebra

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

an example
If Joe Blow says "Yo, you like Caravaggio"
You'll respond "No, an insult, Joe"
"I live in a vacuum, I ain't no one."
up, son

Everyone creating is a of the family
Passing down genes and 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 can't seem to remember the dates
I lay low and off the lamps
Come on over, you can the stamps and
We put together a portfolio and
hallelujah in stereo
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 ain't too sure,
We do things that lovers do
Never have to ever hear the rings of bells
jeans, no cellular phone
All the time in the world, no twilight
My is mine and they know they can't get it
J. B. me you got to hit it and quit it

I'm never gonna go where you me to go, 'cause
I got feelings that you just 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 on my pants and boots
In you could learn a lesson
From the analog to the hot box