Luyện nghe bài hát She's The Best Writer You've Never Heard Of

Cluttered apartment with the static
She's in with the art
the man behind
Making love to fill the time an addict
She's the best writer never heard of

Met her at drive-in midnight
Shouting at the lovers in lust her poetry
She him around for the misery
She's the best you've never heard of

Chaplin on the living room wall
Has no idea what guy's trying to pull
Painting her in colours as a way of
But she's the best you've never heard of

Strikes him down with a from the bible
Strikes him down the thrift store table
typing away erratic and unstable
'Cause she's the writer you've never heard of

Gets it off his chest and out of the
He she'd follow him through the trap door
But now she's got him
What it was all for
the best writer you've never heard of

Laughs in his face and up the tab
Whispers in his ear sitting on his lap
"It's the heartache in our art that's make it last"
the best writer you've never heard of

Picks up his and inspiration
to the nearest bus station
Well he too should have used the
the best writer you've never heard of