Luyện nghe bài hát Come Calling (His Song)

The stillness like what he sometimes finds inside her
Hits so hard it can steal your breath
He sometimes is the sum of their lives together
Him on the floor and her to a mind in tatters

These days he's drinking for the pleasure of
And falling 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 into some of power
And connect with those days back before all of went sour

I'm drinking for the pleasure of falling
And I'm falling for the pleasure of
That sitting by the window waiting
For me to come

Odd how the darkness always us whisper
With the last of the sun you can feel the approach of the
And now is the time of each day that I miss her
I suppose I learn how to live my life without her

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

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