Luyện nghe bài hát The Writer

The side of the room
An empty lies broken
faces are sure
Of white sheets to soak in

His clothes are around
They of perspiration
A half eaten
Attracts the attention

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?

a paper towel
And place it over his
Phone up
And him as dead

Open up the
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 Ocean

The ancient bell rings
Defies the march of
The said 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 if he dies?
Do I, do I, do I, do I?

Take a paper
And place it his head
up reception
And report him as

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