Luyện nghe bài hát Lunch

It's not black to see where any white 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 your eyes like angelynes

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

You and left your 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 they call you by, the meaning stays the same

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

Well your shotgun on the floor, your just a door
Riding backward 'cross state lines in high heels that they 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 want for them to hate you because you're beautiful
How can you want them all to you for the same thing?
For the thing