Luyện nghe bài hát Your Shirt

There's a rip in the elbow of the sleeve
And one button match
You sewed that one on yourself and at the it made me laugh
It's on the collar, it's so old and faded out blue

And I'll wash it
'Cause it smells so exactly like you when you it
I'm sure you didn't twice about it
But the irony is that I can't without 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 it hurts, I should burn it I know
it up I'm this close
But for the
I can't let go of your shirt

It me warm when I sleep
And nights I don't
It me company
got it on in the mornings having coffee
And work when I'm watching TV

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

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

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

Your shirt, I love your