Luyện nghe bài hát Calendar Hung Itself...

Does he kiss eyelids in the morning
When you start to raise your
And does he sing to you
From the space between your bed and

Does he walk around all day at
With his feet inside shoes?
Looking down few steps
To he walks with you

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

Does he lay awake listening to breath?
Worried, you too many cigarettes
Is he coughing now on a floor?
For every speck of tile
A thousand more you ever see
But you hold inside yourself eternally

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

I was determined in
But I dug my teeth my knees
And I for a telephone
And sang your machine

You are my
My sunshine
You are my
My sunshine

And I kissed a with a broken jaw
That her father to her
She had eyes bright
To burn me they me of yours

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

And it rose thunder
under our hands
And it for centuries
To a diary end

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

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

For all the who've left
There's a few that
And they found me here and me
From the grass where I was