Luyện nghe bài hát Nyc Ghosts Flowers

When the phone rang 3 in the morning, middle of night
There was on the line
I set the silent receiver, tiny flames lit in my head
Hey did any of you here ever remember Lenny?

I remember his last name
He's turned to dust now, one of the few
Left out in the rain, out of again
out in the rain, ocean bound I guess

Between the and a column of hazy faces
I every word you said
Quite a picture
Ev'ry you said
The was open but the way was not lit
And was no way out of my head

On a crimson highway by a bumper I last saw you
Alive, inclined to
Evening fireflies lit sparks around head
But wait a minute back up a bit
Some famous were busted down on fashion avenue
Impersonating real men not knowing who they really

Now here at dark all is calm and quiet and good
The are up late dreaming quiet questions in a graceful mood
Can you pass me a jug of winter light?
me in an ocean's whim?
In sweet fire light?
In the made of tin?

Are you under the skin?
Familiar with the things you
now to take it all in?
Making peace with hole in the story?

Did lightning keep you up all
Illuminate the and grit?
Can you tell how high the sky
Dig out from in spite of it?

Can you up the one that floats?
Push the hours?
I your voice, I speak your name
Among New York City Ghosts
we meet to run again?
Through New York Ghosts flowers