Luyện nghe bài hát The Lovesong Writer

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

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

We will
That it is all made up

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

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

So he stumbles through syllables, cut their sentences
Lost letters to him, deep in the alphabet
Please us meaning

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

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

There's a way out
always a way out

When all alone
The lovesong sings
Oh, can anyone me now?
But no one at all

The writer sits
All
he hears the sound

Of the knock at the

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

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

Yeah yeah, yeah