Luyện nghe bài hát Nyc Ghosts Flowers

When the phone rang 3 in the morning, dead middle of
was nothin' on the line
I set back the silent receiver, tiny flames lit in my
Hey did any of you freaks here ever Lenny?

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

Between the mattress and a column of hazy
I remember word you said
Quite a clear
word you said
The door was but the way was not lit
And there was no way out of my

On a crimson by a chrome bumper I last saw you
Alive, inclined to
Evening lit sparks around your head
But wait a minute let's up a bit
Some stars were busted down on fashion avenue
Impersonating men not knowing who they really were

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

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

Did keep you up all night?
the soot and grit?
Can you tell how high the sky
Dig out under in spite of it?

Can you cover up the one floats?
Push the hours?
I hear your voice, I speak your
Among New York City Ghosts
Will we meet to run
Through New York City Ghosts