Luyện nghe bài hát Singer Songwriter

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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