Luyện nghe bài hát Epilogue

words and music by Guthrie

And for myself I have no
That has taken what it soon forgets
A gambler's paradise in short

These stolen from the hourglass
A burning while the night-time lasts
my pillow where my dreams float past

And all my seem to come alive
I think of everyone who still
And those who haven't may yet arrive

I want to the time to let you know
had a hard time letting feelings show
And through it all I you even so

A poet's pleasure is to in time
The painter pictures what he's behind
I close my and it all leaves my mind

I sit alone and the sparrow sing
No way of what tommorow brings
I leave my solitude upon his