Luyện nghe bài hát Singer Songwriter

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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