Luyện nghe bài hát Writers Are A Funny Breed

It is quiet here--so still
I don't live live down the hill
On this winter's
The distant sun--it swings the room around
This room hangs on a golden


Frozen in since you went away
Walking your rooms I though your things
Fitting--these aren't fingers are wings
It April on your calendar
It's now--I wonder where you are
I hope it's warm and sunny--or cold and
As long as you're
Your is as tumble-down as mine
papers everywhere like mine
This one "I'll write no more"
one says "don't lock the door"
Writers are a breed
I should
You said when 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 when you'd
And that is why I had to today
My mad crumpled, crippled, fey
Tossing words from ledges erode
From ledges--I am not a
I am not a piece of
I just want to do it like you
And now I stand in your house
so still
I wonder if I'll again
Or let be
Writers are a breed