Luyện nghe bài hát Losing It

Dancer slows her pace
In and desperation
Her limbs and downcast face
Aglow perspiration

as wire, her lungs on fire
With just the pause
The flooding her memory
The of old applause

And she limps the floor
And closes her bedroom

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

Thirty years ago, how the words would
passion and precision
Now his mind is and dulled
By sickness and

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

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

Sadder to watch it die
Than never to have it
For you, the who once could see
The bell tolls for
Bell for

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