Luyện nghe bài hát Calendar Hung Itself...

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

Does he walk all day at school
his feet inside your shoes?
Looking every few steps
To pretend he walks you

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

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

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

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

You are my
My sunshine
You are my
My only

And I kissed a girl a broken jaw
That her father to her
She had bright enough
To burn me they me of yours

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

And it rose thunder
Clapped under our
And it stretched for
To a diary end

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

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

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