Luyện nghe bài hát Ghost (The Pottery Scene)

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

I hear you making
I lie so still you'll never I'm not asleep
I watch you pack your things and head out of
You've got 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 where we talked all
I wish I stayed in that forever.

Wherever I go I carry this ghost in
And all mood rings cast in gold.
You little black and kaleidoscope in monochrome.
Your knee-bones.
The phone call.
The of my severed home.

go of what's left-
A jar of and your underwear
in a box in my room somewhere.
Remember forties at the
as fuck, you said you thought "the vibe here sucks"
Fuck the stones 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 feel the rope into me.
And all mood rings cast in gold.
You little and white kaleidoscope in monochrome.
Your knee bones.
The late night phone call a hospital when you felt alone.

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