Luyện nghe bài hát Calendar Hung Itself...

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

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

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

Does he lay awake listening to your
Worried, you smoke too cigarettes
Is he coughing now on a bathroom
For every speck of tile
A thousand 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, memories whisper
Here is you rest

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

You are my
My sunshine
You are my
My only

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

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

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

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

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

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