Luyện nghe bài hát The Calendar Hung Its Self

Does he kiss eyelids in the morning
when you start to raise your
And does he sing to you
from the between your bed and wall?
Does he around all day at school
with his inside your shoes?
Looking every few steps
to pretend he walks you.
Does he know that below your neck
that is your favourite to be
and does he cry through broken
like I you far too much?
Does he lay awake to your breath?
Worried that you smoke too cigarettes.
Is he now
on a floor?
For every of tile
are a thousand more
that you won't see
but most hold yourself
eternally.

I your ghost across the country
and we out my death.
In city, memories would whisper,
is where you rest.
I was determined in
but I dug my teeth my knees
and I for a telephone
and sang your machine.
You are my sunshine, my sunshine

I kissed a girl a broken jaw
that her father to her.
She had eyes enough to burn me.
They me of yours.
In a story told she was a girl
in a red-rouge, sun-bruised
and there rows of ripe tomatoes
where a was concealed.
And it rose thunder,
clapped our hands.
And it for centuries
to a diary end
I wrote,
You me happy
when the are grey
You me happy
the skies are
and
and grey.

the clock's heart it hangs inside its open chest
with its hands stretched towards the hanging itself
but I will not weep for dying days.
For all the ones who have
there are a few stayed.
And they found me
and pulled me the grass
I was laid.