Luyện nghe bài hát The Calendar Hung Its Self

Does he kiss your in the morning
when you start to raise head?
And does he sing to you
from the place your bed and wall?
Does he walk around all day at
with his feet your shoes?
Looking every few steps
to he walks with you.
Does he know that below your neck
is your favourite to be touched
and does he cry through broken
like I you far too much?
Does he lay listening to your breath?
Worried that you smoke too cigarettes.
Is he now
on a bathroom
For every of tile
there are a more
that you won't see
but most hold inside
eternally.

I your ghost across the country
and we out my death.
In city, memories would whisper,
Here is you rest.
I was determined in
but I dug my teeth into my
and I for a telephone
and sang into machine.
You are my sunshine, my sunshine

I kissed a girl with a jaw
that her father to her.
She had eyes enough to burn me.
They me of yours.
In a story told she was a girl
in a red-rouge, field
and there rows of ripe tomatoes
where a was concealed.
And it like thunder,
clapped our hands.
And it stretched for
to a diary end
I wrote,
You me happy
when the skies are
You me happy
the skies are
and
and grey.

Well the clock's heart it inside its open chest
with its hands stretched the calendar hanging itself
but I will not weep for those days.
For all the ones who left
there are a few stayed.
And they found me
and pulled me from the
I was laid.