Luyện nghe bài hát Classic Cars

She was a real royal lady, true of the arts
Said the best country die in the back of classic cars
So if I ever got too hungry for a or guitar
To think of them, all in the dark

So I laid some beside her in a bed made for a queen
She said I her different, that all the men her age were mean
me anything I wanted, oh, the generosity
I took all I could, it was free

Now the sky is a torn up and the clouds just splattered paint
Its a Im renovating, its a name I got to change
If I get out of California, Im going back to my home
To tell them all that I made a

And I looking for that blindfold faith, lighting candles to a cynical saint
Who wants the last at the fly trapped in the windowsill tape
You can go right out your mind trying to
From the panicked of day to day
If you cant something, then its best to be afraid

The world, it loves you if you are a chic chameleon
Intersecting circles, she hang with anyone
But when conducting business, she would lie about where from
Saying, "Life is how it is, not how it was"

I learned to listen, felt like I was at school
Shed forever about the phases of the moon
Saying, "Everything's a cycle, youve got to let it to you
And when it does, you will know to do"

Without even knowing, I guess I up her advice
Painted her door, it seemed a suitable goodbye
Its not that often but I of her sometimes
Just something quaint, a couple in the night

And they moving at a glacial pace, turning circles in a memory maze
I made a new cast of the death mask that's cover my face
I had to change the to the safe
it all behind a wall, let people wait
And never trust a heart that's so bent, it cant