Luyện nghe bài hát The Calendar Hung Its Self

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

I your ghost 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 teeth my knees
and I for a telephone
and sang into machine.
You are my sunshine, my sunshine

I kissed a girl a broken jaw
that her father to her.
She had bright enough to burn me.
reminded me of yours.
In a story told she was a girl
in a red-rouge, sun-bruised
and there were rows of ripe
where a was concealed.
And it like thunder,
clapped our hands.
And it stretched for
to a diary end
I wrote,
You make me
the skies are grey
You me happy
the are grey
and
and grey.

Well the clock's heart it hangs inside its open
with its hands towards the calendar 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 me from the grass
I was laid.