Luyện nghe bài hát Calendar Hung Itself...

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

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

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

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

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

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

You are my
My only
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 reminded me of yours

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

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

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

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

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