Luyện nghe bài hát Losing It

Dancer her frantic pace
In and desperation
Her limbs and downcast face
Aglow perspiration

as wire, her lungs on fire
With the briefest pause
The through her memory
The of old applause

And she across the floor
And closes her door

The writer stares glassy eyes
Defies the empty
His beard is white, his is lined
And with tears of rage

Thirty years ago, how the words would
With and precision
Now his mind is and dulled
By sickness and

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

are born to move the world
To live their
But most of us just dream
The things we'd to be

still to watch it die
Than never to known it
For you, the blind who once see
The bell for thee
tolls for

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