Luyện nghe bài hát Losing It

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

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

And she limps across the
And her bedroom door

The writer with glassy eyes
Defies the empty
His beard is white, his face is
And streaked with of rage

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

And he stares out the door
Where the sun will rise no

Some are born to the world
To live their
But most of us just dream
The things we'd to be

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

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