Luyện nghe bài hát The Man Who Wrote Danny Boy

It happened one
At in the morning
The appeared
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

After rubbing my
I all around me
At the half-finished
I'd worked on for

And I him my dream
Was to for all time
In some refrain
Like the man who 'Danny Boy'

And I said if real
Then I'll ask you a
While most of us
ashes or dust

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

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

Onto tape, onto
Or the air
To be and forgotten
Outside of his kind

I thought I could hear
A sound in the distance
Of singing
And laughter and

And saying
That could bring tears to a glass eye
So me the papers
I'll sign in blood

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

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

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

You hold onto shadows
No than two years
So be for the pleasures
young enough to enjoy

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

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