Luyện nghe bài hát Losing It

Dancer slows her pace
In pain and
Her aching limbs and downcast
Aglow perspiration

as wire, her lungs on fire
With just the pause
The flooding through her
The echoes of old

And she limps across the
And closes her bedroom

The writer stares with glassy
the empty page
His beard is white, his face is
And with tears of rage

Thirty years ago, how the would flow
passion and precision
Now his is dark and dulled
By and indecision

And he out the kitchen door
Where the sun will no more

Some are born to move the
To their fantasies
But of us just dream about
The things we'd to be

still to watch it die
Than to have known it
For you, the who once could see
The bell tolls for
Bell for

For you, the who once could see
tolls for thee
Bell tolls for