Luyện nghe bài hát Calendar Hung Itself...

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

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

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

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

Well I your ghost across the country
And we out my death
In every city, memories would
Here is where you

I was in Chicago
But I dug my into my knees
And I settled for a
And sang your machine

You are my
My only
You are my
My sunshine

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

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

And it like thunder
Clapped our hands
And it stretched for
To a entry's end

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

Well the clock's it hangs
Inside it's open chest with it's stretched
Towards the hanging itself
But I not weep for those dying days

For all the who've left
a few that stayed
And they me here and pulled me
From the grass I was laid