Luyện nghe bài hát Ice Station Zebra

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

an example
If Joe Blow says "Yo, you like Caravaggio"
You'll respond "No, 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 and the cynics might be thinking it's odd
But if you rewind the tape, all copying god
Copying god, god
Copying god, god
Add your own piece, but the puzzle is

Paying interest on the of late, but
I just seem to remember the dates
I lay low and off the lamps
Come on over, you can lick the 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 and there ain't no cure, girl
Take out insurance if you too sure, girl
We do things that do well
Never have to ever the rings of school bells
Plaid jeans, no phone
All the time in the world, no 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 you want me to go, 'cause
I got that you just don't know and you can
up if you want to hear
And if you stand it, then... right here

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