Luyện nghe bài hát Epilogue

words and music by Arlo

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

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

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

I want to take the time to let you
I've had a hard time letting feelings
And through it all I you even so

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

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