Luyện nghe bài hát Losing It

Dancer her frantic pace
In and desperation
Her aching limbs and downcast
Aglow perspiration

Stiff as wire, her lungs on
With the briefest pause
The flooding her memory
The of old applause

And she across the floor
And closes her door

The writer with glassy eyes
the empty page
His beard is white, his is lined
And with tears of rage

years ago, how the words would flow
With passion and
Now his mind is dark and
By and indecision

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

are born to move the world
To live their
But of us just dream about
The things like to be

Sadder to watch it die
Than to have known it
For you, the blind who once see
The tolls for thee
Bell for

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