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

Cluttered with the radio static
in love with the art
Hates the man
love to fill the time like an addict
She's the best you've never heard of

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

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

Strikes him down with a line the bible
Strikes him down through the thrift store
She's typing away and unstable
'Cause she's the best writer never heard of

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

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

up his brushes and inspiration
Runs to the nearest bus
Well he too have used the disintegration
She's the best writer you've heard of