Luyện nghe bài hát Ghost (The Pottery Scene)

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

I hear you making
I lie so still never notice I'm not asleep
I you pack your things and head out of view
You've got things to do and I'll be 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 carry this ghost in
And all your mood cast in gold.
You black and white kaleidoscope in monochrome.
broken knee-bones.
The late-night call.
The reverie of my home.

Letting go of left-
A jar of and your underwear
in a box in my room somewhere.
Remember at the squat?
Drunk as fuck, you said you thought "the here 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 you, I don't need you.
I need a flight, I need to get my shit together.

Wherever I go, I can the rope digging into me.
And all your mood cast in gold.
You little and white kaleidoscope in monochrome.
Your broken 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 your mood cast in gold?
In and white, Kaleidoscope in monochrome.
Your knee bones.
The night phone call and the reverie of a severed wight
I go I can feel your ghost coming after me
And all rings of gold, such a joke
You little and white kaleidoscope
Your knee-bones.
The late-night phone calls come and less each year.
And all of the ashes that we held
Held all the embers of our years
Burned brighter than the days we'd
my severed home.