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 definition, unavoidable
Who the label doesn't want to be responsible
Truth, you're the warden, here's the to the prison
You create own box, you don't have to listen
To any of the label makers, printing obituary

an example
If Joe says "Yo, you paint like Caravaggio"
respond "No, that's an insult, Joe"
"I in a vacuum, I ain't coppin' no one."
up, son

Everyone creating is a member of the
Passing down and ideas in harmony
The players and the cynics might be thinking odd
But if you rewind the tape, all copying god
god, copying god
Copying god, god
Add own piece, but the puzzle is god's

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

We got fever and there no cure, girl
out insurance if you ain't too sure, girl
We do things that lovers do
Never have to ever hear the of school bells
jeans, no cellular phone
All the time in the world, no twilight
My time is mine and they know they get it
J. B. me you got to hit it and quit it

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

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