Luyện nghe bài hát I Write the Book

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

pain in my heart
Has been with me the ages
And I IT around like a very old friend
It goes I go
It's been everywhere been
There's something shiny in my
the key to my heart
Why you unlock it?

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

It used to be, babe, between us
I don't know how to
We used to be Adonis and
Now we're the flowing down the drain

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

I write the 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 rain

Oh...

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

Whoa, oh oh, oh, oh ah...
I the book