Luyện nghe bài hát Singer Songwriter

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

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

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

I Cuss by The Kinks on your speakers
I saw Poe and Artaud on shelves
The Last Laugh's first scene on your flat panel screen
Lit Chanel that you've wrapped yourself

got outsider art by an artist
You kidnapped to pin on the wall
Your have slyly directed the eye down
Pink lines here and well lit pawn

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

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

And this film we once saw was reviled for it's
But it's flaws were what made us fun
And the some folks have might have made us feel bad
Why feel bad? Man, it's nothing done

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

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

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