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
Blow away struggle
And I'll take your for a toy

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

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

And I said if you're
Then ask you a question
While of us turn
ashes 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 blood, sweat and tears

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

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

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

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

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

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

You can't onto shadows
No more two years
So be glad for the
young enough to enjoy

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

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