Luyện nghe bài hát The Calendar Hung Its Self

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

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

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

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