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 thought I'd make it
Tracing maps that led back into your
Rubbed from worry stones
Not that you're worried stoned

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

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

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

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

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