Luyện nghe bài hát Sunday Comfort

These circumstances, these days of the

Ill them up, fold them in, make them origami

til words form within and give me something to

Boats, trains, aeroplanes..Ill anything.

These sweet of loves etiquette

Spoil my appetite and make me

Cant the hole that enabled the fall

Cant find the to make sense of it all

When you were blind, I wrote a in braille

Thinking you would take it as just everyday mail,

I carved out a solider, wounded, on a cot

In quotes he asked you why it was you shot

You left me looking for Sunday Comfort on a afternoon.