Luyện nghe bài hát Ice Station Zebra

Hear me out, it ain't but I'll try to explain
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, 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 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
Passing genes and ideas in harmony
The players and the might be thinking it's odd
But if you the tape, we're all copying god
Copying god, god
Copying god, god
Add your own piece, but the puzzle is

interest on the bills of late, but
I just can't seem to remember the
I lay low and off the lamps
Come on over, you can lick the 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 ain't too sure,
We do that lovers do well
Never have to ever hear the rings of bells
Plaid jeans, no phone
All the in the world, no twilight zone
My time is mine and know they can't get it
J. B. told me you got to hit it and it

I'm never gonna go you want me to go, 'cause
I got feelings that you just know and you can
Listen up if you to hear
And if you can't stand it, then... here

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