Luyện nghe bài hát The Man Who Wrote Danny Boy

It happened one
At three in the
The devil
In my room

And he said I'm pal
And I'll you a deal
Blow away struggle
And I'll take soul for a toy

rubbing my eyes
I looked all me
At the half-finished
I'd worked on for

And I told him my
Was to for all time
In perfect refrain
Like the man who wrote 'Danny

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

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

He gave me a
And he it was funny
How would pour
All their blood, and tears

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

Then I thought I could
A sound in the distance
Of singing
And and cheers

And saying
That song could tears to a glass eye
So me the papers
sign them in blood

And the of the brimstone
Was turned greasepaint
And the of the crowd
Like the furies of

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

Saying to me now
Come lay beside me
Whatever doing
too gone to see

You hold onto shadows
No more than two
So be glad for the
We're young to enjoy

So I'm drunk or maybe a liar
Or maybe we're all living inside a
You can say you like
I'm gone, then you'll see

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