Luyện nghe bài hát Singer Songwriter

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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