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
is not the colour of the sky

Hands deep in the pockets of his jeans
And his hair was powdered with
Our ash

I see his in every corner
Of and every rear vision mirror
Of car I drive
And every face in every
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 dust around his

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

I think the last that I saw him was
Down by the tracks and the water
With its rusted

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

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