Luyện nghe bài hát The Calendar Hung Its Self

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

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

I a girl with a broken jaw
that her father 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 ripe
a secret was concealed.
And it rose thunder,
clapped our hands.
And it stretched for
to a entry's end
I wrote,
You me happy
when the are grey
You make me
the are grey
and
and grey.

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