Luyện nghe bài hát Your Shirt

There's a rip in the of the left sleeve
And one doesn't match
You sewed that one on yourself and at the time it me laugh
frayed on the collar, it's so old and faded out blue

And never wash it
it smells so exactly like you when you left it
I'm sure you didn't think twice it
But the irony is that I can't live it

I wear your like it's your arms around me
I put it on and you just me
It's so soft on my
Like the of your hands

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

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

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

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

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

Your shirt, I your shirt