Luyện nghe bài hát The Writer

The other side of the
An bottle lies broken
faces are sure
Of snow white sheets to in

His are spread around
They smell of
A half eaten
Attracts the flies

Do I, do I, do I, do I hear the cries?
Do I, do I, do I, do I look in his
Do I, do I, do I, do I if he dies?
Do I, do I, do I, do I?

Take a towel
And it over his head
up reception
And him as dead

Open up the
And expose him to
Push it all from me
No, that can't be

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

The ancient church rings
Defies the march of
The senoritas you were
Too to notice

Do I, do I, do I, do I the man's cries?
Do I, do I, do I, do I look in his
Do I, do I, do I, do I care if he
Do I, do I, do I, do I?

Take a towel
And place it over his
up reception
And him as dead

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