Luyện nghe bài hát The Man Who Wrote Danny Boy

It one night
At three in the
The appeared
In my studio

And he I'm your pal
And I'll make you a
Blow your struggle
And I'll take your for a toy

rubbing my eyes
I all around me
At the drivel
I'd on for days

And I him my dream
Was to live for all
In some perfect
Like the man who wrote Boy'

And I if you're real
I'll ask you a question
While of us turn
ashes or dust

Just you and that guy
Go on
But who the history
And who do I

He gave me a
And he said it was
How mortals would
All blood, sweat and tears

tape, onto paper
Or the air
To be lost and
Outside of his kind

Then I I could hear
A sound in the distance
Of whiskey-soaked
And laughter and

And saying
That song could tears to a glass eye
So pass me the
I'll them in blood

And the of the brimstone
Was into greasepaint
And the of the crowd
the furies of hell

And I hear the
And I the bells ringing
And the sound of a woman's
From the next

come to me now
Come lay down me
Whatever you're
too gone to see

You can't hold onto
No more than two
So be glad for the
We're young enough to

So I'm drunk or maybe a liar
Or maybe we're all inside a dream
You can say what you
When I'm gone, then see

I'll be down in the
Down
Shakespeare and Bach
And the man who 'Danny Boy'