Luyện nghe bài hát Lunch

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

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

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

And now your shotgun on the floor, your window's just a
Riding backward 'cross state lines in high heels that they 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 because beautiful
How can you want them all to love you for the same
For the same

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