Luyện nghe bài hát Montreal

montreal road side flare third floor walkup in your
framed just like a painting hung the sadness and it dulled the love
cigaretted and kissed you'd gone down for less than this
whole town weighed a tonne, so tired of talking yourself on

all the friends back
all to pay
christmas montreal
all friends flew

hands and lips, teeth and tongues, split on the tip and smoke on the
letters thinned, callbacks too, didn't any sense to make due

and the papers will read December 1993
old case singalongs, you and me
and late night cbc jazz music dance
car lights paint the white and erase you and me

all the flew back to pay respects
time montreal
all flew back