Luyện nghe bài hát Calendar Hung Itself...

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

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

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

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

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

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

You are my
My only
You are my
My sunshine

And I kissed a girl with a jaw
her father gave to her
She had bright enough
To burn me they reminded me of

And in a story she was a little girl
In a red-rouge, field
And there were rows of ripe
a secret was concealed

And it like thunder
Clapped under our
And it for centuries
To a entry's end

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

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

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