Luyện nghe bài hát Writers Are A Funny Breed

It is very quiet still
I don't live live down the hill
On this afternoon
The distant sun--it slowly the room around
room hangs on a golden chain


Frozen in time since you went
Walking through your rooms I your things
Fitting--these aren't fingers these are
It says on your calendar
It's now--I wonder where you are
I hope warm and sunny--or cold and windy
As long as fine
Your house is as tumble-down as
Crumpled papers everywhere mine
This one says "I'll no more"
That one "don't lock the door"
Writers are a funny
I should
You said someday when we're and high
We won't need to capture and
The we see or don't see
We'll let be
Let be
That's when you'd
And that is why I had to come
My mad crumpled, crippled, fey
Tossing words from ledges that
ledges--I am not a goat
I am not a piece of
I just want to do it like you
And now I stand here in house
Everything's so
I if I'll write again
Or let be
Writers are a breed