Luyện nghe bài hát Calendar Hung Itself...

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

Does he around all day at school
With his inside your shoes?
Looking down every few
To pretend he with you

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

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

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

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

You are my
My only
You are my
My sunshine

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

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

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

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

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

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