Luyện nghe bài hát Calendar Hung Itself...

Does he your eyelids in the morning
When you start to raise your
And he sing to you incessantly
From the space between bed and walls?

Does he walk around all day at
With his feet inside your
Looking every few steps
To he walks with you

Oh, he know that place below
Your neck that is your favorite to be
And does he cry through broken
That I love you far too

Does he lay awake listening to your
Worried, you smoke too cigarettes
Is he now on a bathroom floor?
For every speck of tile
A thousand more you ever see
But you must hold inside eternally

Well I drag your across the country
And we out my death
In every city, memories would
Here is where you

I was determined in
But I dug my into my knees
And I settled for a
And sang into your

You are my
My sunshine
You are my
My sunshine

And I kissed a girl a broken jaw
That her father to her
She had eyes enough
To burn me they reminded me of

And in a story told she was a little
In a red-rouge, sun-bruised
And there rows of ripe tomatoes
a secret was concealed

And it rose like
Clapped our hands
And it for centuries
To a entry's end

I wrote
You me happy, oh when skies are gray
You make me happy, oh skies are gray
And gray, and

Well the clock's heart it
Inside it's open chest with it's stretched
Towards the calendar itself
But I will not weep for those days

For all the who've left
a few that stayed
And they found me and pulled me
the grass where I was laid