Luyện nghe bài hát Your Shirt

There's a rip in the of the left sleeve
And one button match
You sewed that one on yourself and at the time it made me
It's on the collar, it's so old and faded out blue

And I'll wash it
it smells so exactly like you when you left it
I'm sure you think twice about it
But the is that I can't live without it

I your shirt like it's your arms around me
I put it on and you just me
It's so on my skin
Like the touch of your

So good it hurts, I should it I know
Tear it up I'm close
But for the
I just let go of your shirt

It me warm when I sleep
And nights I don't
It me company
I've got it on in the having coffee
And after work I'm watching TV

It's my comfort, it's my torture and, yes, I
It's just some worn out old
But it's my prize
And I'd be a in a New York minute
If I think too of how you held me in it

I wear your shirt it's your arms around me
I put it on and you surround me
so soft on my skin
Like the touch of hands

So good it
I burn it, I know tear it up I'm this close
But for the
I just can't let go of shirt

Your shirt, I your shirt