Luyện nghe bài hát The Lovesong Writer

Sitting alone in the of a stadium
He whispers his secrets into a guitar

the flick of his wrist he turns words into melodies
Chords into church bells, up the allies
Lovers in the heat of the night
And by dawn are apart in the silences

We pretend
That it is all made up

The song that he
Are too
He can't play them for

When all alone
The writer sings
Oh, can hear me now?
No one at all

So he stumbles through syllables, cut from their
Lost letters call to him, in the alphabet
Please give us

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

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

he's all alone
The writer sings
Oh, can hear me now?
But no one at all

The lovesong writer
All
he hears the sound

Of the knock at the

red roses falling apart
In the hands of someone that you in and left behind
All of the others strolled up and now showed up at door
Staring you down, they

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

Yeah yeah, yeah