Luyện nghe bài hát Lunch

It's not black to see where any white is
So I'll wait hour for you and your designer jeans
And I remember you as as a freeway
And I wonder if the time will your eyes like angelynes

Will you shuffle to your seat, head and naked feet?
And your expensive hands are all your Beverly keys
The colors on your lip, there's a satchel at your hips
And it's all full of broken Barbie dolls and dreams
If you don't for them to hate you because you're beautiful
How can you want them all to you for the same thing?
For the thing

You went and left license on the car seat
You had a couple with him and then you changed your name
And then he you a tambourine and whistled
No matter what call you by, the meaning stays the same

And now your shotgun on the floor, your window's a door
Riding backward 'cross state lines in high heels that they made you
Your steamers in the trunk, it's all loaded up with
lead and blood and dust and hair and stuff to kill the sting
You want for them to hate you because you're beautiful
How can you them all to love you for the same thing?
For the thing

Well your shotgun on the floor, your just a door
Riding backward 'cross state lines in high heels that they made you
Your steamers in the trunk, all loaded up with junk
Like lead and blood and dust and hair and stuff to kill the
You don't want for them to hate you you're beautiful
How can you want them all to love you for the thing?
For the same