Luyện nghe bài hát The Man Who Wrote Danny Boy

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

And he I'm your pal
And make you a deal
Blow your struggle
And take your 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 live for all
In some perfect
the man who wrote 'Danny Boy'

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

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

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

Onto tape, paper
Or the air
To be and forgotten
Outside of his employ

Then I I could hear
A great in the distance
Of singing
And and cheers

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

And the smell of the
Was turned into
And the roar of the
the furies of hell

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

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

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

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

be down in the dark
Down
With and Bach
And the man who wrote Boy'