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 your bed and walls?

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

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

Does he lay awake to your breath?
Worried, you smoke too cigarettes
Is he coughing now on a bathroom
For every speck of tile
A thousand you won't ever see
But you must inside yourself eternally

Well I drag your ghost across the
And we plotted out my
In every city, memories would
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 only
You are my
My sunshine

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

And in a told she was a little girl
In a red-rouge, field
And there were of ripe tomatoes
a secret was concealed

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

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

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

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