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 ones that we grew in Jersey
upside down, drying out for the wedding

There's a man his head in his hands on the sidewalk
His there behind him just off of the street
She scratches his back as he on the asphalt
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 hair and the sadness that in my heart
Starts emptying

Well I saw you last in my dream
And there were hydrangeas where your should be

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

Well I saw you last night in my
But there were azaleas where your should be

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

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