Luyện nghe bài hát Calendar Hung Itself...

Does he kiss your in the morning
When you start to raise your
And does he to you incessantly
the space between your bed and walls?

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

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

Does he lay awake to your breath?
Worried, you smoke too many
Is he coughing now on a floor?
For every of tile there's
A thousand you won't ever see
But you hold inside yourself eternally

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

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

You are my
My sunshine
You are my
My only

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 told she was a little girl
In a red-rouge, sun-bruised
And were rows 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 make me happy, oh skies are gray
You make me happy, oh when skies are
And gray, and

Well the clock's heart it
Inside it's open chest with hands stretched
Towards the calendar hanging
But I will not weep for those days

For all the ones left
There's a few that
And they found me and pulled me
From the where I was laid