Luyện nghe bài hát Ghost (The Pottery Scene)

Under sun-stained
A carpet holds your wine-stained shirt
And we can lay til whenever, my whatever.
I thought I'd make it
Tracing maps led back into your palms
Rubbed smooth from worry
Not that you're worried stoned

I you making breakfast
I lie so still you'll notice I'm not asleep
I watch you pack your and head out of view
got things to do and I'll be high by 4AM
And I slept Vegas, just like I slept on the train
that I took back home from we talked all night
I wish I stayed in state forever.

Wherever I go I carry this in periphery
And all mood rings cast in gold.
You little and white kaleidoscope in monochrome.
broken knee-bones.
The phone call.
The reverie of my home.

go of what's left-
A jar of and your underwear
in a box in my room somewhere.
Remember forties at the
Drunk as fuck, you said you thought "the vibe sucks"
Fuck the stones you hold.
They won't keep your body from the cold - just painted rock.
And they you down.
Made me think I need you, I don't you.
I need a one-way flight, I to get my shit together.

Wherever I go, I can feel the rope into me.
And all mood rings cast in gold.
You little black and white in monochrome.
broken knee bones.
The late phone call from a hospital when you felt alone.

It was the greatest story told.
All of the secrets you told,
Were all your mood rings cast in
In and white, Kaleidoscope in monochrome.
broken knee bones.
The late night phone call and the reverie of a severed
Wherever I go I can feel your coming after me
And all your rings of gold, a joke
You black and white kaleidoscope
broken knee-bones.
The late-night calls come less and less each year.
And all of the ashes we held dear
Held all the of our younger years
Burned brighter than the days we'd
From my home.