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
the space between your bed and walls?

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

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

Does he lay listening to your breath?
Worried, you smoke too cigarettes
Is he now on a bathroom floor?
For every speck of there's
A thousand more you won't see
But you must inside yourself eternally

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

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 sunshine

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

And in a story she was a little girl
In a red-rouge, sun-bruised
And there were of ripe tomatoes
Where a was concealed

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

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

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

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