Luyện nghe bài hát Moving Pictures

I at your photograph album,
through your Facebook page.
I I might find at least one of me and you,
back in our love days.
You filed '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 silver-screen in the back of my mind.
You keep showing up, like a fixture.
You're still the leading role in my full of moving pictures.
pictures.

No, face hasn't faded,
like all the other have,
and time I swear I'm getting on with my life,
a thought of you'll me in the back.
Then it's definition,
in a flash:
the emerald in your against the champagne of the sunset
on the hood of that Chevy that I had.

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

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

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

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