Luyện nghe bài hát Writers Are A Funny Breed

It is very here--so still
I don't live here--I live down the
On winter's afternoon
The distant sun--it slowly the room around
This room hangs on a golden


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