Luyện nghe bài hát Losing It

Dancer slows her frantic
In and desperation
Her limbs and downcast face
Aglow with

as wire, her lungs on fire
With just the pause
The flooding through her
The echoes of old

And she across the floor
And closes her door

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

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

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

are born to move the world
To live fantasies
But most of us just about
The things we'd to be

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

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