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
your mom did publicity for

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

You come 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 shelves
While The Last Laugh's first scene on your flat screen
Lit Chanel that wrapped around yourself

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

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

Oh, you your thesis on the gospel of Thomas
You shot some reversal in Angkor Wat
And this book you read said there's less people 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 might have made us bad
Why feel Man, it's nothing you've done

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

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

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