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 will
That it is all made up

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

When he's all
The lovesong writer
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
Please give us

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

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

always a way out
There's a way out

When he's all
The lovesong sings
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 in and left behind
All of the strolled up and now showed up at your 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