Luyện nghe bài hát Losing It

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

Stiff as wire, her lungs on
With just the briefest
The flooding through her
The echoes of old

And she limps the floor
And closes her bedroom

The writer stares with glassy
Defies the empty
His beard is white, his is lined
And with tears 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 door
the sun will rise no more

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

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

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