Luyện nghe bài hát Singer Songwriter

Your great-grandfather was a great
And his kid a mint off the war
Your father shot stills and directed films
That your mom did for

I saw your older sis on the year's best list
And your brother, he manages
And you're to down play but you're quick to betray
one welt and that wave of your hand

You from wealth, yeah, you got wealth
What a bitch, they didn't you much else

I heard by The Kinks on your speakers
I saw Poe and on your shelves
While The Last Laugh's first scene on your flat screen
Lit Chanel that you've wrapped around

got outsider art by an artist
You arguably to pin on the wall
Your designers have slyly the eye down
lines here and your well lit pawn

You've got taste, you've got
a waste that that's all that you have

Oh, you wrote your thesis on the gospel of
You shot some reversal in Angkor Wat
And this book you once read said there's less people
At point now than those who are not

And film we once saw was reviled for it's flaws
But it's flaws were what us have fun
And the life some folks have have made us feel bad
Why feel Man, it's nothing you've done

It's all in your hand, all in your hand
Like a gun, like a glove, a grand

And thing you once said disappeared from my head
In the that it took to be amazed
And this thing you did might have dazzled the kids
But the kids grown up are gonna walk away

And your world is gonna change
And world is gonna change nothing
And our world is gonna nothing
And our world is gonna nothing
And our world is gonna nothing