Luyện nghe bài hát Rear Vision Mirror

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

Hands buried deep in the pockets of his
And his wild was powdered with
Our ash

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

I think the last time I saw him was
Out by McCarthy's Road where the on the trees are all faded and torn

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

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

I think the time that I saw him was
Down by the tracks and the water
With its constellations

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

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