Luyện nghe bài hát Moving Pictures

I looked at your album,
through your Facebook page.
I I might find at least one of me and you,
in our puppy love days.
You probably 'em in your trash can.
Hell, I wouldn't you if you did.
I was and dumb, not worth the kisses that you gave me.
I was easy to forget.

But all our -be's, all our once-upon-a-time's,
play on a somewhere 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 hasn't faded,
like all the girls' have,
and every time I swear I'm getting on my life,
a thought of 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 that I had.

And all our -be's, all our once-upon-a-time's,
on a silver screen somewhere 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 onto my chest,
my name under your breath,
the promise on your finger I couldn't keep,
and the hurt in your eyes rolling onto cheeks,
when you threw it 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 leading role in my head full of pictures.
pictures.

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