Luyện nghe bài hát Gassed & Stoked - Loss

Well you your tracks and now I can't see you
You had your ashes at sea
no grave to visit, no tombstone to look at
You in the new york times obituary
There's no record, no tape, no book, no
Some and memories
I dial your phone number by mistake
And this is I hear

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

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

This is no a working number
Please your call
is no longer a working number
Your party doesn't live here
This is no longer a number
Well, if you still require
Stay on the line and an
try to bail you out

I knew I should written, written things down
I say I'll never forget
Who can forget a one-eyed
Who's a pianist, ah
A painter, a poet, songwriter
My friends are blending in my
They're into one great spirit
And that spirit isn't

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

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