Luyện nghe bài hát Writer In The Sun

The days of and roses
Are distant for me
I dream of the last and the next
And of I'll never see

And I sit
The retired in the sun
The retired in the sun and I'm blue
The writer in the sun

Tonight I trod in the
I excused myself a grin
I ponder the in a silver spoon
And the little one within

And I sit
The retired in the sun
The retired in the sun

The magazine poses
On my paper aeroplane
Too years I spent in the City
Playing Mr. Loss and Gain

And I sit
The writer in the sun
The writer in the sun and I'm blue
The retired in the sun

I in the sun of the morning
Lemon swim in the tea
Fishing for time with a line
And throwing it in the sea

And I sit, the retired writer in the sun
The retired writer in the sun and I'm
The retired in the sun