Luyện nghe bài hát The Lovesong Writer

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

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

We pretend
it is all just made up

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

When all alone
The lovesong sings
Oh, can anyone hear me
No one at all

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

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

And on the other
the queen of spades
You're the sound that she 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 writer sits
All
he hears the sound

Of the at the door

Fifty red falling apart
In the hands of someone that you scraped in and behind
All of the others strolled up and now up at your 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