Luyện nghe bài hát His Time Ran Out

I was about to write a song about the and the doubt
But my pen ran out
It captured the emotions of a lover and a
But my pen ran out
So the picture wasn't painted and the story wasn't
No one the author 'cause 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 gonna spread the news of the way I always
But my pen ran out
So I'll keep an envelope with all the I should have said
it in a tiny box underneath my bed
And written on the outside will be 'open when dead'
And written on the will be 'open when he's dead'

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