Luyện nghe bài hát Singer Songwriter

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

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

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

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

got outsider art by an artist
You arguably to pin on the wall
Your designers have slyly directed the eye
lines here and your well lit pawn

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

Oh, you wrote your thesis on the gospel of
You shot some reversal 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 once saw was reviled for flaws
But it's were what made us have fun
And the life some folks have have made us feel bad
Why feel bad? Man, it's nothing done

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

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

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