Luyện nghe bài hát Calendar Hung Itself...

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

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

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

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

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

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

You are my
My only
You are my
My sunshine

And I kissed a with a broken jaw
her father gave to her
She had eyes bright
To me they reminded me of yours

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

And it rose like
Clapped under our
And it stretched for
To a entry's 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 chest with it's hands stretched
Towards the calendar hanging
But I will not weep for those days

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