Luyện nghe bài hát Singer Songwriter

Your great-grandfather was a great
And his kid a mint off the war
Your father stills and then directed films
That mom did publicity for

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

You come from wealth, yeah, you got
What a bitch, they give you much else

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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