Luyện nghe bài hát The Writer

The side of the room
An empty bottle lies
Purple faces are
Of snow white to soak in

His clothes are spread
They of perspiration
A eaten meal
Attracts the flies

Do I, do I, do I, do I hear the man's
Do I, do I, do I, do I in his eyes?
Do I, do I, do I, do I care if he
Do I, do I, do I, do I?

Take a paper
And place it his head
Phone up
And him as dead

up the window
And expose him to
it all away from me
No, can't be right

A breeze
Has set the blinds in
just a hint of change
From the Atlantic

The church bell rings
the march of progress
The senoritas you were
Too young to

Do I, do I, do I, do I hear the man's
Do I, do I, do I, do I in his eyes?
Do I, do I, do I, do I care if he
Do I, do I, do I, do I?

a paper towel
And place it his head
Phone up
And report him as

up the window
And expose him to
it all away from me
No, can't be right