Luyện nghe bài hát The Lovesong Writer

Sitting in the dark of a stadium
He his secrets into a cheap guitar

With the flick of his wrist he turns into melodies
Chords into bells, fill up the allies
entwine in the heat of the night
And by dawn are apart in the shivering

We pretend
That it is all just up

The song he writes
Are too
He play them for anyone

When he's all
The lovesong writer
Oh, can anyone hear me
No one at all

So he through syllables, cut from their sentences
Lost letters call to him, deep in the
give us meaning

And for me now
the broken heart
You're the sigh in the back of the

And on the other
You're the queen of
the sound that she makes on her way

There's a way out
There's a way out

When all alone
The lovesong writer
Oh, can anyone hear me
But no one at all

The lovesong writer
All
When he hears the

Of the knock at the

Fifty red roses falling
In the hands of someone that you scraped in and left
All of the others strolled up and now showed up at your
Staring you down, said

Sing for me, for me, sing for me now
Sing for me, for me, sing for me now

yeah, yeah yeah