Luyện nghe bài hát The Man Who Wrote Danny Boy

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

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

After rubbing my
I looked all me
At the drivel
I'd worked on for

And I told him my
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 most of us
Into ashes or

you and that other guy
Go on
But who the history
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 and forgotten
of his kind employ

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

And they're
song 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 of the crowd
Like the furies of

And I the applause
And I hear the ringing
And the sound of a voice
From the room

Saying to me now
Come lay beside me
Whatever you're
too gone to see

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

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

I'll be down in the
underground
With and Bach
And the man who wrote Boy'