Luyện nghe bài hát Ghostwriter

Dying of thirst, could I still be or worse
Where was I last, parked on the street a shadow
Was
Taking me out, a struggle
was that hole in my shirt and the blood that
Spilled to the
Like a man's

Focus is and a voice off camera is heard
The lighting's to blame, tell the director
The
away to a final dissolve
Soundtrack provides a lush bed of
Before the fades to black
And the credits rise above the soul of
A man