Luyện nghe bài hát Singer Songwriter

Your great-grandfather was a lawyer
And his kid made a off the war
Your father shot stills and directed films
your mom did publicity for

I saw your sis on the year's best book list
And your brother, he bands
And you're keen to play but you're quick to betray
With one welt and that of your hand

You come from wealth, yeah, you got
What a bitch, didn't give you much else

I heard Cuss by The Kinks on your
I saw Poe and Artaud on your
While The Laugh's first scene on your flat panel screen
Lit Chanel you've wrapped around yourself

You've got art by an artist
You arguably to pin on the wall
designers have slyly directed the eye down
Pink here and your well lit pawn

You've got taste, you've got
a waste that that's all that you have

Oh, you wrote your thesis on the of Thomas
You shot reversal film in Angkor Wat
And this book you once read said there's less dead
At point now than those who are not

And this film we saw was reviled for it's flaws
But it's flaws were what made us fun
And the life some folks might have made us feel bad
Why feel bad? Man, it's you've done

It's all in your hand, it's all in hand
Like a gun, a glove, like a grand

And this thing you said disappeared from my head
In the time that it to be amazed
And thing you once did might have dazzled the kids
But the kids once grown up are walk away

And your world is change nothing
And your world is change nothing
And our world is gonna nothing
And our is gonna change nothing
And our world is gonna nothing