Luyện nghe bài hát Gassed & Stoked - Loss

Well you your tracks and now I can't see you
You had your ashes at sea
There's no grave to visit, no tombstone to at
You in the new york times obituary
There's no record, no tape, no book, no
photographs and memories
Sometimes I dial your number by mistake
And is what I hear

This is no a working number, baby
Please redial call
This is no longer a number
Your party live here anymore
is no longer a working number
If you require help
Stay on the line and an
Will try to you out

I knew I have seen you that thursday
I knew I have left
But you sounded so good, spirits so up
I I'd see you next week
I say over and over if I had a brain
If I had half a brain in my
I sit here dialing a wrong number
And listening to what recording said

This is no a working number
Please redial call
This is no longer a working
Your party live here anymore
This is no a working number
Well, if you still help
Stay on the line and an
Will try to you out

I I should have written, written things down
I always say I'll forget
Who can forget a pilot
a concert pianist, ah
A painter, a poet, songwriter
My are blending in my head
They're melting into one great
And that isn't dead

Now I may not remember everything you said
But I remember all the you've done
And not a day goes by not an
When I don't try to be you
You were gassed, and rarin' to go
And you that way all of the time
So I you know why I'm laughing at myselves
Every time I the wrong line

This is no a working number, baby
This is no longer a number
Gassed, stoked and to go
Gassed, and rarin' to go
Gassed, stoked and to go
Gassed, stoked and to go
Gassed, stoked and to go
Gassed, stoked and to go
Gassed, stoked and to go
Gassed, stoked and to go