Luyện nghe bài hát Ghost (The Pottery Scene)

Under blankets
A beer-soaked carpet holds your wine-stained
And we can lay til whenever, my whatever.
I never I'd make it
Tracing that led back into your palms
Rubbed from worry stones
Not you're ever worried stoned

I hear you making
I lie so you'll 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 slept through Vegas, just I slept on the train
that I took back from where we talked all night
I wish I stayed in that forever.

Wherever I go I carry this ghost in
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 your
Kept in a box in my somewhere.
Remember forties at the
as fuck, you said you thought "the vibe here sucks"
Fuck the sacred you hold.
They won't your body from the cold - They're just painted rock.
And they you down.
Made me think I need you, I need you.
I a one-way flight, I need to get my shit together.

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