Luyện nghe bài hát Folk Singer

As I walk these narrow
Where a million feet are before me
my guitar in my hand
Suddenly I realize knows me

Well, yesterday the toots screamed
And cried my out for a song
Now the streets are
And the they go on home

the rain on my face
There's no place where I
And my whole life consists of a
Of at a song

Now the I've tried to tell you
Are as distant as the
More than years too late
Two hundred years too

I'm a child of the
been in the pages of a book
But when I'm dust and
Where other stop and to look

And will marvel and miracles
And perform into the size to the spider
Oh, will they the pages of the book to light of fire?

the rain on my face
There's no place I belong