Luyện nghe bài hát Moving Pictures

I looked at your album,
clicked through your page.
I hoped I might find at one of me and you,
back in our love days.
You probably 'em in your trash can.
Hell, I blame you if you did.
I was young and dumb, not worth the kisses that you me.
I was probably to forget.

But all our -be's, all our once-upon-a-time's,
play on a silver-screen in the back of my mind.
You keep up, like a Hollywood fixture.
You're still the leading role in my head full of pictures.
pictures.

No, your face faded,
like all the girls' have,
and time I swear I'm getting on with my life,
a of you'll stab me in the back.
it's high definition,
full-color in a
the emerald in your eyes the champagne of the sunset
on the hood of that blue Chevy I had.

And all our -be's, all our once-upon-a-time's,
play on a silver screen in the back of my mind.
You keep up, like a Hollywood fixture.
You're still the leading role in my head of moving...

pictures of you falling my chest,
whispering my name your breath,
the on your finger that I couldn't keep,
and the in your eyes rolling onto your cheeks,
you threw it back at me.

All our -be's, all our once-upon-a-time's,
play on a screen somewhere in the back of my mind.
You keep showing up, like a fixture.
You're still the role in my head full of moving pictures.
pictures.

I looked at photograph album,
clicked through your page.
I noticed you single,
couldn't help but if, I might get another chance with you someday.