Luyện nghe bài hát Losing It

Dancer slows her pace
In and desperation
Her aching and downcast face
Aglow with

Stiff as wire, her on fire
With just the briefest
The flooding through her
The of old applause

And she limps across the
And closes her bedroom

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

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

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

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

Sadder still to it die
Than never to known it
For you, the who once could see
The tolls for thee
Bell for

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