Luyện nghe bài hát The Writer

The other of the room
An empty bottle lies
Purple are sure
Of snow white sheets to in

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

Do I, do I, do I, do I hear the man's
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 place it over his
Phone up
And him as dead

up the window
And expose him to
it all away from me
No, that be right

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

The ancient church bell
Defies the of progress
The senoritas said you
Too young to

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 over his
Phone up
And him as dead

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