Luyện nghe bài hát The Writer

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

His are spread around
smell of perspiration
A half eaten
Attracts the attention

Do I, do I, do I, do I the man's cries?
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 over his
up reception
And report him as

up the window
And him to light
Push it all from me
No, that be right

A continental
Has set the in motion
just a hint of change
From the Ocean

The ancient church bell
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 if he dies?
Do I, do I, do I, do I?

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

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