Luyện nghe bài hát Soul Singer In A Session Band

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

A red carpet bagger makes a call
To the plastic piranhas in the city of
Wasted wheat paste campaign, no bills on the wall
You mean to no one but that's nobody's fault

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

I had a lengthy discussion 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 soul singer in the session band
Shredded confetti a microphone stand
Saw the conflict of slipping cash in the hand
Of the soul singer in the band

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

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

or taillights, it's a flip of a coin
I've been coming and going since the day I was
And I followed the breadcrumbs but I never got
I old in an instant, now I am all on my own

See the soul in the session band
Shredded to nothing beneath the microphone
Saw the wave of the future through the in the dam
Drowned the soul singer in the band
the soul singer in the session band