🎵 Luyện Nghe Bài Hát: Happy Birthday To Me - Bright Eyes

  eyes on the calendar
 Another year I claim of total 
 To here,  days pile up
 With decisions to be made, I'm sure all  them were wrong
 Into this song I send 
 And with  drinks I plan to collapse
 And forget  wasted year, these wasted years
 Devoted  they disappear
 And I'm sorry about the phone call and  you
  decisions you don't make
 I  it's just like breathing or not wanting to
 There are some things you can't 
  guess that it's typical
 To cling to  you'll never get back again
 And to sort  old photographs
 Of a summer long ago  a friend that you used to know
 And there 
  frozen face
 You wrote the name  that ancient date, that ancient date
 And you can't believe  he's really gone
  all that's left is a fucking song and
  sorry about the phone call; and waking you.
 I know  it is late,
 But thank you for talking, because  needed to.
 Some things just can't