Luyện nghe bài hát The Writer

The other of the room
An empty bottle lies
Purple faces are
Of snow white sheets to in

His clothes are around
They of perspiration
A half meal
the flies attention

Do I, do I, do I, do I hear the cries?
Do I, do I, do I, do I in his eyes?
Do I, do I, do I, do I care if he
Do I, do I, do I, do I?

Take a paper
And place it over his
up reception
And report him as

up the window
And expose him to
Push it all away me
No, that be right

A continental
Has set the blinds in
Brings just a of change
the Atlantic Ocean

The church bell rings
Defies the march of
The senoritas said you
Too young to

Do I, do I, do I, do I hear the cries?
Do I, do I, do I, do I in his eyes?
Do I, do I, do I, do I if he dies?
Do I, do I, do I, do I?

Take a paper
And place it over his
up reception
And him as dead

Open up the
And him to light
it all away from me
No, that can't be