Luyện nghe bài hát The Lovesong Writer

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

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

We pretend
it is all just made up

The song he writes
Are too
He can't them for anyone

he's all alone
The lovesong sings
Oh, can hear me now?
No one at all

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

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
You're the sound that she on her way

always a way out
There's a way out

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

The writer sits
All
When he the sound

Of the at the door

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

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

yeah, yeah yeah