Luyện nghe bài hát The Man Who Wrote Danny Boy

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

And he I'm your pal
And I'll make you a
Blow away your
And I'll take your for a toy

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

And I told him my
Was to for all time
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 ashes or

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

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

tape, onto paper
Or the air
To be lost and
Outside of his employ

Then I thought I could
A great sound in the
Of whiskey-soaked
And laughter and

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

And the smell of the
Was into greasepaint
And the roar of the
Like the of hell

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

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

You can't onto shadows
No more two years
So be for the pleasures
We're young enough to

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

I'll be in the dark
underground
With Shakespeare and
And the man who wrote Boy'