Luyện nghe bài hát The Writer

The other of the room
An empty bottle broken
faces are sure
Of snow sheets to soak in

His clothes are around
They of perspiration
A eaten meal
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 it over 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

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

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

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 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
it all away from me
No, that be right