Luyện nghe bài hát His Time Ran Out

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

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

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