Luyện nghe bài hát Dust

Who's talking in the library?
Who's that talking in my
Is that you? No, I put you out
'Cause what would this be without my muse
Nothing

Every book in I wrote
Some I'm not too proud of, some I I could burn
So pages I wrote, wish I could revise them
But there's no and the best advice I got

Was keep writing, yeah and keep living,
And keep loving, oh, loving, loving,
And when the ink dries and the pages to dust
So we turn to dust, so will we, dust, dust

Who's that laughing in my
Who's that in my library?
Is that No, I won't put you out
'Cause what would this place be without your
special

I fell in with you, girl, oh
You let yourself with no respect for privacy
You said there's too much on my
Then you ripped out a page and set that shit on

I writing and oh, I kept living
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, I loving
And the ink dries and them pages turn to dust
So will we turn to dust, so we, dust, dust