Luyện nghe bài hát The Lovesong Writer

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

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

We will
it is all just made up

The that he writes
Are too
He play them for anyone

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

So he stumbles through syllables, cut from sentences
letters call to him, deep 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
You're the sound she makes on her way

always a way out
There's a way out

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

The lovesong writer
All
When he the sound

Of the at the door

Fifty red roses 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
Sing for me, for me, sing for me now

yeah, yeah yeah