Luyện nghe bài hát Gassed & Stoked - Loss

Well you covered your tracks and now I see you
You had ashes scattered at sea
There's no grave to visit, no to look at
You in the new york times obituary
There's no record, no tape, no book, no
photographs and memories
Sometimes I dial your phone number by
And is what I hear

is no longer a working number, baby
Please your call
This is no longer a working
party doesn't live here anymore
This is no a working number
If you require help
Stay on the and an operator
try to bail you out

I knew I should have seen you thursday
I I shouldn't have left
But you sounded so good, spirits so up
I I'd see you next week
I say over and if I had half a brain
If I had half a brain in my
I wouldn't sit dialing a wrong number
And to what some recording said

This is no longer a working
Please your call
This is no longer a number
Your party doesn't live anymore
This is no longer a number
Well, if you require help
on the line and an operator
Will try to you out

I knew I should have written, things down
I always say I'll forget
Who can forget a one-eyed
a concert pianist, ah
A painter, a poet, supreme
My friends are in my head
They're into one great spirit
And that isn't dead

Now I may not remember everything you said
But I all the sings you've done
And not a day goes by not an
I don't try to be like you
You gassed, stoked and rarin' to go
And you that way all of the time
So I guess you know why I'm at myselves
Every time I dial the wrong

This is no a working number, baby
This is no a working number
Gassed, stoked and to go
Gassed, stoked and to go
Gassed, and rarin' to go
Gassed, and rarin' to go
Gassed, and rarin' to go
Gassed, and rarin' to go
Gassed, and rarin' to go
Gassed, and rarin' to go