Luyện nghe bài hát The Man Who Wrote Danny Boy

It happened one
At in the morning
The appeared
In my studio

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

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

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

And I said if you're
Then I'll ask you a
most of us turn
Into ashes or

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

He gave me a
And he said it was
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 great in the distance
Of whiskey-soaked
And laughter and

And they're
That could bring tears to a glass eye
So pass me the
I'll them in blood

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

And I the applause
And I hear the bells
And the sound of a voice
From the next

Saying to me now
Come lay down me
Whatever you're
You're too to see

You can't hold shadows
No more than two
So be for the pleasures
We're enough to enjoy

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

I'll be in the dark
Down
With and Bach
And the man who wrote 'Danny