Luyện nghe bài hát Writers Are A Funny Breed

It is quiet here--so still
I live here--I live down the hill
On this afternoon
The distant sun--it slowly the room around
This hangs on a golden chain


Frozen in time since you away
Walking through your rooms I though your
Fitting--these aren't these are wings
It says April on your
It's winter wonder where you are
I hope it's warm and sunny--or and windy
As long as fine
Your house is as as mine
papers everywhere like mine
This one "I'll write no more"
one says "don't lock the door"
Writers are a funny
I should
You someday when we're pure and high
We won't to capture and describe
The we see or don't see
let things be
Let be
when you'd leave
And that is why I had to come
My mad crumpled, crippled, fey
Tossing words from ledges that
From ledges--I am not a
I am not a of chalk
I just want to do it right you
And now I stand in your house
so still
I wonder if I'll again
Or let be
Writers are a breed