Luyện nghe bài hát Losing It

Dancer her frantic pace
In and desperation
Her aching and downcast face
with perspiration

Stiff as wire, her on fire
just the briefest pause
The through her memory
The echoes of old

And she limps across the
And closes her bedroom

The writer stares with eyes
Defies the page
His is white, his face is lined
And streaked with of rage

Thirty years ago, how the words would
With and precision
Now his mind is and dulled
By and indecision

And he stares out the kitchen
the sun will rise no more

Some are to move the world
To their fantasies
But most of us dream about
The we'd like to be

still to watch it die
Than never to have it
For you, the blind who could see
The tolls for thee
Bell for

For you, the blind who once see
Bell for thee
tolls for thee