Luyện nghe bài hát Rear Vision Mirror

I think the time that I saw him was
West of the where the trees are black and
Blue is not the of the sky

Hands buried in the pockets of his jeans
And his wild hair was with
Our ash

I see his face in every
Of each and every rear vision
Of every car I
And every face in every
Of and every rear vision mirror
Reminds me of our night

I think the time that I saw him was
Out by Road where the pictures on the trees are all faded and torn

in his ears and his shirt of just a year ago
Moving in a
Erecting dust around his

I see his face in corner
Of each and every rear vision mirror of car I drive
And face in every corner
Of each and every vision mirror
Reminds me of our night

I think the last time I saw him was
Down by the tracks and the water
its rusted constellations

Lips dry and muscle spidering
A to catch the sun or climb above one

I see his in every corner
Of each and every vision mirror
Of car I drive
And every face in every
Of each and every vision mirror reminds me of our last night