Luyện nghe bài hát Flowers Where Your Face Should Be

Bright hydrangeas
in the weeds
Bus stops and wire on the way to stare
At the heart of the earth from the peak
Just like the that we grew back in Jersey
upside down, drying out for the wedding

There's a man with his head in his hands on the
His wife's there behind him off of the street
She scratches his back as he sobs on the
And strikes me most is the symmetry
How they're framed like you and me
When the light from the eastern wing
Tangles up in your and the sadness that pooled in my heart
Starts slowly

Well I saw you night in my dream
And were hydrangeas where your face should be

The redwoods lonely and lunar and distant
The sun comes in fragments through breaks in the
And I feel further from than I've ever been
These thin lines of light space tether you to me
They pull in my memories, back to our apartment on 2nd
Through the window the light catches lengths of your hair
a path that you left me

Well I saw you last in my dream
But there were azaleas your face should be

Pieces of us in the sun
Sleeping under the 101
She off his glasses and she falls asleep again
They don't got but goddamn they got love

I saw you last night in my
I'm marry you underneath driftwood from Crescent City