Luyện nghe bài hát Graces For Saints And Ramblers

But it all down to you and I
But it all down to you and I

There were banged up hands stealing base
Underneath the tables so we never sang
Falling out of bed for the workday
There was kissing in the cracks of the flood streets
There button blossoms and merry Johnny Rotten
Chewed up and swallowed by the profit they trying to follow
Bit too green and we paid no tax on our romantic cul de sac

But it all came to you and I
But it all down to you and I

There were washed out cars in our bark-old
They were rubbing on each other ghost on ghost
There jonesed-up punks and Jesus freaks
in and out of trouble wrapping round and round a leash
There were sleepless dreamers, blues day
The and the messenger, gum beneath the register
The sweet gum tree by the dug dunk
We could give enough to the bad-luck bank
There were hopeless sinners, sweepstake
They danced with the farmer's daughter, capered with the corporate

But it all came to you and I
But it all down to you and I
But it all came to you and I
But it all down to you and I

There was laughing in the night, sugar in the
There back stab handshakes made on faith
We never out of time and we never entertained
Anybody said out of habit the wind was going to change
There restless misfits, teething biscuits
Bodies full of wishes, parties full of pretty dishes
Side by side with the birds and
And we never sang grace and never took a knee
With the saints and ramblers, star handlers
High above the aviary, underneath the
And we never wondered why, the sun was in our eyes
There was seed for the field, was grease for the wheel
We drinking with the luminaries, eating with the visionaries

But it all down to you and I
But it all down to you and I
But it all came to you and I
But it all came to you and I
But it all down to you and I
But it all down to you and I