Luyện nghe bài hát Moving Pictures

I at your photograph album,
clicked through your page.
I hoped I might find at one of me and you,
back in our love days.
You probably filed 'em in your can.
Hell, I wouldn't you if you did.
I was young and dumb, not worth the kisses 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 somewhere in the of my mind.
You keep showing up, a Hollywood fixture.
You're still the leading role in my full of moving pictures.
pictures.

No, your hasn't faded,
like all the other have,
and every time I I'm getting on with my life,
a thought of stab me in the back.
Then high definition,
in a flash:
the emerald in your eyes against the 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 showing up, like a fixture.
You're the leading role in my head full of moving...

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

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

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