Luyện nghe bài hát Losing It

Dancer her frantic pace
In pain and
Her aching limbs and face
with perspiration

Stiff as wire, her lungs on
With just the briefest
The flooding her memory
The of old applause

And she across the floor
And closes her door

The writer stares with glassy
the empty page
His is white, his face is lined
And streaked with of rage

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

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

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

Sadder to watch it die
never to have known it
For you, the blind who could see
The bell for thee
tolls for

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