Luyện nghe bài hát Soul Singer In A Session Band

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

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

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

I had a discussion about the power of myth
a post-modern author who didn't exist
In this world, all reality twists
I was a hopeless romantic, now I'm turning tricks

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

Now his room is on 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
Wailed like an infant atop a baby grand
We'll every sandbag and every man
To save the soul in the session band

Headlights or taillights, it's a flip of a
I've been coming and going 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 nothing the microphone stand
Saw the wave of the future through the in the dam
the soul singer in the session band
Bless the soul singer in the band