Luyện nghe bài hát Calendar Hung Itself...

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

Does he walk around all day at
With his feet your shoes?
down every few steps
To pretend he walks you

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

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

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

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

You are my
My sunshine
You are my
My only

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

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

And it rose like
Clapped under our
And it for centuries
To a diary end

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

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

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