Luyện nghe bài hát The Man Who Wrote Danny Boy

It one night
At three in the
The devil
In my room

And he I'm your pal
And I'll make you a
Blow your struggle
And take your soul for a toy

After rubbing my
I looked all me
At the drivel
I'd worked on for

And I told him my
Was to live for all
In some perfect
the man who wrote 'Danny Boy'

And I said if real
I'll ask you a question
While most of us
Into or dust

Just you and that guy
Go on
But who writes the
And who do I

He me a wink
And he said it was
How would pour
All their blood, sweat and

tape, onto paper
Or the air
To be and forgotten
Outside of his kind

Then I I could hear
A great in the distance
Of whiskey-soaked
And and cheers

And saying
That song bring tears to a glass eye
So me the papers
I'll them in blood

And the of the brimstone
Was turned into
And the roar of the
Like the furies of

And I the applause
And I the bells ringing
And the of a woman's voice
From the room

Saying to me now
Come lay down me
Whatever you're
You're too to see

You can't hold onto
No more two years
So be for the pleasures
We're young to enjoy

So maybe I'm drunk or maybe a
Or maybe we're all living a dream
You can say you like
I'm gone, then you'll see

I'll be down in the
underground
With and Bach
And the man who 'Danny Boy'