Luyện nghe bài hát I Write the Book

I'm here and it's cold
I'm recipes for growing old
Growing old, and alone
Oh, baby, pick up the

pain in my heart
Has with me through the ages
And I walk IT around a very old friend
It goes I go
It's been everywhere I've
something shiny in my pocket
It's the key to my
Why don't you it?

I write the book on
I write the on pain
I'm the in the newspaper
Lying out in the pouring

It used to be, babe, between us
I don't how to explain
We to be Adonis and Venus
Now the water flowing down the drain

Don't be bad
Don't lie
Don't wanna you mad
And I wanna die
Knowing we're apart for the of our lives
through me like a knife
I been your crops like a big old locust
Now I wanna be a little more in

I the book on loneliness
I write the on pain
I'm the in the newspaper
Lying out in the pouring

BREAK

I write the on loneliness
I write the poem on
I'm the obituary in the
Lying out in the pouring

Oh...

And the obit....oh
And the obit....oh
And the obit....everyday

Whoa, oh oh, oh, oh ah...
I write the