Luyện nghe bài hát Behind

Sorting this mess
I happen on smile
through a photograph
Buried for while

I'm by the way
The swagger there
Has vanished in the haze of

And by a foolish whim I'm stricken desire
To phone you up and you of my find
But as I my hand

I'm of the shape I'm in
all the things you've left

Man, I hate your
really bring me down
And I can tell you're not
Whenever around

So ditch this motley
For all the of me
And these sorry few

I hope that by master plan
in the same boat that I am
Waiting at a crossing
To seal away life

To lock inside a sacred bond so
And like photograph
The thoughts of you
Are in the amber of my mind

And on the shelf of documents
me you
Left an empty