Luyện nghe bài hát Calendar Hung Itself...

Does he kiss your in the morning
When you start to raise head?
And he sing to you incessantly
From the between your bed and walls?

Does he walk around all day at
With his feet inside your
Looking down few steps
To pretend he with you

Oh, does he know place below
Your neck that is favorite to be touched?
And he cry through broken sentences
That I love you far too

Does he lay awake to your breath?
Worried, you too many cigarettes
Is he coughing now on a bathroom
For every speck of there's
A thousand more you won't see
But you must hold inside yourself

Well I drag your ghost across the
And we plotted out my
In every city, would whisper
is where you rest

I was determined in
But I dug my teeth my knees
And I settled for a
And sang into machine

You are my
My sunshine
You are my
My only

And I kissed a girl a broken jaw
That her gave to her
She had eyes enough
To burn me reminded me of yours

And in a story she was a little girl
In a red-rouge, sun-bruised
And there were rows of tomatoes
Where a was concealed

And it rose like
Clapped our hands
And it stretched for
To a diary end

I wrote
You make me happy, oh when are gray
You make me happy, oh when skies are
And gray, and

Well the heart it hangs
Inside it's open chest with it's hands
Towards the calendar itself
But I will not weep for those dying

For all the ones left
a few that stayed
And they me here and pulled me
From the grass where I was