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 then directed
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 you're to betray
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 Kinks on speakers
I saw Poe and Artaud on your
While The Last Laugh's scene on your flat panel screen
Lit Chanel that wrapped around yourself

got outsider art by an artist
You arguably kidnapped to pin on the
Your designers have directed the eye down
Pink lines here and your well lit

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

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

And this film we saw was reviled for it's flaws
But it's flaws were made us have fun
And the life folks have might have made us feel bad
Why bad? Man, it's nothing 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 this thing you once did might dazzled the kids
But the kids grown up are gonna walk away

And your 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 gonna change