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

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