Luyện nghe bài hát Singer Songwriter

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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