Luyện nghe bài hát Calendar Hung Itself...

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

Does he walk around all day at
his feet inside your 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 through sentences
That I love you far too

Does he lay awake listening to 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 must hold inside eternally

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

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

You are my
My sunshine
You are my
My sunshine

And I kissed a with 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 rows of ripe
a secret was concealed

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

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

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

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