Luyện nghe bài hát Lunch

It's not black enough to see where any is
So I'll wait another for you and your designer jeans
And I you as heartless as a freeway
And I wonder if the time will make your eyes like

you shuffle to your seat, greasy head and naked feet?
And your expensive hands are swinging all your keys
The latest colors on your lip, there's a satchel at your
And it's all full of Barbie dolls and disassembled dreams
If you don't want for them to hate you because beautiful
How can you them all to love you for the same thing?
For the thing

You went and left license on the car seat
You had a couple with him and then you changed your name
And he handed you a tambourine and whistled
No matter what they call you by, the meaning the same

And now your on the floor, your window's just a door
Riding 'cross state lines in high heels that they made you wear
Your steamers in the trunk, it's all up with junk
Like lead and blood and dust and hair and stuff to kill the
You don't want for to hate you because you're beautiful
How can you them all to love you for the same thing?
For the same

Well your shotgun on the floor, your window's just a
Riding backward 'cross state lines in high that they made you wear
Your steamers in the trunk, all loaded up with junk
Like lead and blood and dust and hair and stuff to the sting
You want for them to hate you because you're beautiful
How can you want them all to love you for the same
For the thing