Luyện nghe bài hát Singer Songwriter

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

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

You from wealth, yeah, you got wealth
What a bitch, they didn't give you 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 you've wrapped around yourself

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

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

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

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

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

And thing you once said disappeared from my head
In the time that it to be amazed
And this thing you 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 gonna nothing
And our world is change nothing
And our world is change nothing
And our world is gonna change