Luyện nghe bài hát Writers Are A Funny Breed

It is very here--so still
I live here--I live down the hill
On this winter's
The distant slowly swings the room around
This hangs on a golden chain


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