Luyện nghe bài hát His Time Ran Out

I was about to write a song the fear and the doubt
But my pen ran out
It the emotions of a lover and a lout
But my pen ran out
So the picture painted and the story wasn't told
No one knows the author 'cause the record never
And I know never will until he's bitter and he's old
His ran out

I was gonna share my blues a nation full of blues
But my pen ran out
I was gonna spread the news of the way I always
But my pen ran out
So I'll keep an envelope with all the words I should said
Hide it in a box underneath my bed
And written on the outside will be 'open when dead'
And written on the outside will be 'open he's dead'

His ran out, his time ran out
His time ran out, his ran out