Luyện nghe bài hát The Calendar Hung Its Self

Does he kiss eyelids in the morning
when you start to your head?
And does he to you incessantly
from the place between bed and wall?
Does he walk all day at school
with his feet your shoes?
down every few steps
to pretend he with you.
Does he know that below your neck
that is your favourite to be
and does he cry through broken
like I love you far too
Does he lay awake listening to breath?
Worried you smoke too many cigarettes.
Is he now
on a floor?
For every of tile
there are a more
that you won't see
but hold inside yourself
eternally.

I drug your across the country
and we out my death.
In every city, would whisper,
is where you rest.
I was determined in
but I dug my into my knees
and I for a telephone
and sang into machine.
You are my sunshine, my only

I a girl with a broken jaw
that her gave to her.
She had eyes bright to burn me.
reminded me of yours.
In a story told she was a girl
in a red-rouge, field
and there were rows of tomatoes
where a was concealed.
And it like thunder,
under our hands.
And it for centuries
to a entry's end
I wrote,
You me happy
the skies are grey
You me happy
the are grey
and
and grey.

the clock's heart it hangs inside its open chest
with its hands stretched towards the hanging itself
but I not weep for those dying days.
For all the ones who have
are a few that stayed.
And they found me
and pulled me the grass
I was laid.