Luyện nghe bài hát Rear Vision Mirror

I think the time that I saw him was
West of the border where the are black and
is not the colour 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 mirror
Of every car I
And every face in corner
Of each and every rear vision
Reminds me of our last

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

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

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

I think the last time I saw him was
by the tracks and the water tower
With its constellations

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

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