Luyện nghe bài hát Folk Singer

As I walk narrow streets
a million passin' feet are before me
With my guitar in my
Suddenly I realize knows me

Well, yesterday the motor toots
And my name out for a song
Now the are empty
And the they go on home

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

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

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

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

With the on my face
There's no where I belong