Luyện nghe bài hát Writers Are A Funny Breed

It is very here, so still
I don't here, I live down the hill on this winter's afternoon
The distant sun, it slowly swings the around
This room on a golden chain suspended, frozen
Frozen in time since you went

Walking through your rooms, I your things fitting
These aren't these are wings
It says on your calendar
winter now, I wonder where you are
I hope it's warm and sunny or cold and
As long as fine

Your house is as as mine
Crumpled papers everywhere like
This one says, "I'll no more"
one says, "Don't lock the door"
Writers are a funny I should know

You said when we're pure and high
We won't need to capture and
The we see or don't see
We'll let be
Let things be that's when you'd

And is why I had to come today
My mad crumpled, crippled, fey
Tossing words ledges that erode
From I am not a goat
I am not a piece of chalk, I just to do it right like you

And now I here in your house
thing's so still
I wonder if write again or let things be
Writers are a breed