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, up the phone

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

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

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

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

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

MUSICAL

I write the on loneliness
I write the on pain
I'm the in the newspaper
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