Luyện nghe bài hát Come Calling (His Song)

The stillness here like what he sometimes inside her
Hits so hard it can your breath forever
He sometimes wonders is the sum of lives together
Him on the floor and her lost to a in tatters

days he's drinking for the pleasure of falling
And he's for the pleasure of pretending
That she's sitting by the waiting
For him to come

If I fix me up a week of twilight hours
We'd sit on the point and the sun continually flounder
Bathed in gold we'd plug some kind of power
And connect with those days back all of this went sour

'Cause I'm drinking for the of falling
And I'm for the pleasure of pretending
That you're sitting by the waiting
For me to come

Odd how the always makes us whisper
the last of the sun you can feel the approach of the winter
And now is the of each day that I Desperately miss her
I suppose I will how to live my life without her

So drinking for the pleasure of falling
And falling for the pleasure of pretending
'Cause I'm sitting by the window
For you to calling, come calling

For you to come calling, calling
For you to come calling, come
For you to come calling, calling
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