Luyện nghe bài hát Soul Singer In A Session Band

See the soul in the session band
to ribbons beneath a microphone stand
Felt the quickness of pity a flash in a pan
For the soul singer in the session

A red carpet bagger a blackberry call
To the plastic piranhas in the city of
wheat paste campaign, post no bills on the wall
You mean nothing to no one but nobody's fault

See the soul singer in the session
Shredded to ribbons a microphone stand
Felt the quickness of pity a flash in a pan
For the singer in the session band

I had a lengthy about the power of myth
With a post-modern author who exist
In this fictitious world, all twists
I was a hopeless romantic, now I'm just turning

Just like that soul in the session band
Shredded confetti a microphone stand
Saw the conflict of interest slipping in the hand
Of the soul in the session band

Now his is on fire since he painted it red
There are a stranger's sequins at the foot of the bed
He's been to weddings and funerals but he still never
Now sorrow is pleasure you want it instead

Just like that soul in the session band
like an infant atop a white baby grand
We'll need every and every man
To save the soul singer in the band

or taillights, it's a flip of a coin
I've been and going since the day I was born
And I followed the breadcrumbs but I got home
I old in an instant, now I am all on my own

See the soul in the session band
Shredded to beneath the microphone stand
Saw the wave of the future through the in the dam
Drowned the soul in the session band
Bless the soul in the session band