Woorden: Buck Owens. I Don't Hurt You.

I hear the bluebirds singing I hear the robins too
I hear the church bells ringing but I don't hear you
I see little things marked his and hers a constant reminder we're through
I hear the rain on my window but I don't hear you
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I hear the children playing I hear the clock striking two
I hear the mailman whistling but I don't hear you
I see little things...

Oh but I don't hear you