Luyện nghe bài hát The Writer

You for a silence, I wait for a word
Lie next to your frame, girl
You your position and you are changing me
these shadows where they shouldn't be

We're by the heat of the sun
Trying to what's already begun
just a body, I can smell your skin
And when I it, you're wearing thin

But got a plan
Why you be the artist
And me out of clay
Why don't you be the
And decide the I say

'Cause I'd pretend
I'll still be at the end
it's too hard to ask
Won't you try to me

Sat on sofa, it's all broken springs
This isn't the for those violin strings
I try out a and I aim it at you
You have missed it, you always do

But got a plan
Why don't you be the
And make me out of
Why don't you be the
And decide the I say

I'd rather pretend
I'll still be at the end
Only too hard to ask
you try to help me

You wait, I wait, shadows, interrupted
You wait, I wait, casting shadows,
You wait, I wait, shadows

Why don't you be the
And me out of clay
Why don't you be the
And the words I say

I'd rather pretend
I'll still be at the end
Only it's too to ask
Won't you try to me

Why you be the artist
And make me out of
Why don't you be the
And the words I say

'Cause I'd rather
I'll still be at the end
it's too hard to ask
Won't you try to me