Luyện nghe bài hát Ice Station Zebra

Hear me out, it ain't but I'll try to explain
in the world gets labeled and named
A box, a rough definition,
Who picked the label doesn't want to be
Truth, the warden, here's the keys to the prison
You create your own box, you have to listen
To any of the label makers, your obituary

an example
If Joe says "Yo, you paint like Caravaggio"
You'll "No, that's an insult, Joe"
"I live in a vacuum, I coppin' no one."
up, son

Everyone is a member of the family
Passing genes and ideas in harmony
The players and the cynics might be it's odd
But if you rewind the tape, we're all god
god, copying god
Copying god, god
Add your own piece, but the puzzle is

Paying interest on the of late, but
I just can't seem to the dates
I lay low and turn off the
Come on over, you can the stamps and
We could put a portfolio and
Sing in stereo
If we find a baby, let her the hold, but
Keep the car running on molten

We got fever and there no cure, girl
Take out insurance if you ain't too sure,
We do that lovers do well
Never to ever hear the rings of school bells
Plaid jeans, no cellular
All the in the world, no twilight zone
My time is mine and they they can't get it
J. B. told me you got to hit it and it

I'm never gonna go where you want me to go,
I got feelings that you don't know and you can
Listen up if you to hear
And if you can't stand it, then... right

The of the tune is Cool Hand Luke, 'cause
I got stripes on my pants and
In you could learn a lesson
From the to the hot box session