Luyện nghe bài hát The Lovesong Writer

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

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

We will
it is all just made up

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

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

So he stumbles syllables, cut from 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 side
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 hear me now?
But no one at all

The lovesong sits
All
he hears the sound

Of the knock at the

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, said

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

Yeah yeah, yeah