Luyện nghe bài hát I Write the Book

I'm over here and cold
I'm writing recipes for old
old, mean and alone
Oh, baby, pick up the

pain in my heart
Has been with me the ages
And I walk IT like a very old friend
It everywhere I go
been everywhere I've been
There's shiny in my pocket
the key to my heart
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 to be, babe, good between us
I don't how to explain
We used to be Adonis and
Now the water flowing down the drain

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

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

BREAK

I write the book on
I the poem on pain
I'm the in the newspaper
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 the book