Luyện nghe bài hát Six States Away

It's a Brooklyn morning
You're a number
And six away
I dialed and you home

voice comes back
Like the day back
a night of dreams

You're married
And you're crazy her
You miss me
I know what you mean

Oh so nice to hear
You've
All roots down there
I'm wandering
the fruit fallen from the tree
Is she nice to you not me
Like the she was raised to be

I peeling
Off clothes
To find your
A of my favorite cake
I remember
Mad on you
I was like I had it
Loving we had it too

I those night together
On your on the floor
And your to carolina
And pink
Our common
And your
Between my
And car
That took me
state lines
And and time

I think I'll step now
Catch a of sunlight
Through the
I'll try and the sunset
Hiding in the
your poems
Still me
When memory

Did I mention I miss you
And I you sometimes
Not in that
way
In love with a limit way

Isn't it
I still know
you do for money
Isn't it nice only art
Came up in
Isn't nice
On a rainy
I dialed and
Found you