Luyện nghe bài hát Losing It

Dancer slows her frantic
In pain and
Her aching and downcast face
Aglow perspiration

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

And she limps across the
And her bedroom door

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

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

And he out the kitchen door
Where the sun will no more

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

Sadder still to it die
Than to have known it
For you, the who once could see
The bell tolls for
tolls for

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