Luyện nghe bài hát Ghost (The Pottery Scene)

Under blankets
A beer-soaked carpet your wine-stained shirt
And we can lay til whenever, my whatever.
I never thought I'd it
Tracing maps that led into your palms
smooth from worry stones
Not that ever worried stoned

I you making breakfast
I lie so you'll never notice I'm not asleep
I watch you pack your things and head out of
got things to do and I'll be high by 4AM
And I through Vegas, just like I slept on the train
that I back home from where we talked all night
I wish I stayed in state forever.

Wherever I go I this ghost in periphery
And all your rings cast in gold.
You black and white kaleidoscope in monochrome.
Your knee-bones.
The phone call.
The reverie of my home.

Letting go of left-
A jar of sand and underwear
in a box in my room somewhere.
Remember at the squat?
Drunk as fuck, you you thought "the vibe here sucks"
the sacred stones you hold.
They won't your body from the cold - They're just painted rock.
And weighed you down.
Made me I need you, I don't need you.
I need a one-way flight, I need to get my together.

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

It was the story never told.
All of the that you told,
Were all mood rings cast in gold?
In and white, Kaleidoscope in monochrome.
Your broken bones.
The late night phone call and the of a severed wight
Wherever I go I can feel your ghost coming me
And all rings of gold, such a joke
You little and white kaleidoscope
broken knee-bones.
The late-night phone calls come less and each year.
And all of the ashes that we dear
Held all the embers of our years
Burned brighter the days we'd know
my severed home.