Luyện nghe bài hát Six States Away

It's a Brooklyn morning
You're a phone
And six away
I dialed and found you

Your voice comes
Like the day comes
From a night of

You're married
And crazy about her
You miss me
I know exactly you mean

Oh that's so nice to
planted
All your roots there
I'm wandering
the fruit fallen from the tree
Is she to you not like me
Like the wife she was to be

I peeling
Off clothes
To your body
A layer of my favorite
I remember
Mad on you
I was living I had it
Loving we had it too

I miss those night
On futon on the floor
And drives to carolina
And floyd
Our common
And breath
my shoulders
And car
took me miles
Across state
And and time

I I'll step outside now
Catch a slice of
Through the
I'll try and the sunset
Hiding in the
Here poems
Still me
memory drains

Did I that I miss you
And I love you
Not in famous
way
In that love a limit way

Isn't it
I still know
you do for money
Isn't it nice only art
up in conversation
Isn't nice
On a Brooklyn
Morning I and
you home