Luyện nghe bài hát (track 13 Is Untitled)

(Spoken)
In a bed on the outskirts of town
Lay an old man in a soiled white gown.
His hair was all wispy, his were a blank.
His breath in spurts from an oxygen tank.
The nurse near, and so did the Reaper.
But which had the number to his private
he lie there forever with a tube up his nose
And his peepee and slipping out through a hose?
Or shall he be released to towards the light?
Like a wee, baby doveling or a good kite.
Let him go! Let him go!
too late for healing.
Put an end to the
That we he is feeling.
His is his burden
His is his right.
send him off gently
Into good night.
(Spoken)
Goodnight.