Luyện nghe bài hát Folk Singer

As I these narrow streets
Where a million passin' feet are me
my guitar in my hand
Suddenly I realize nobody me

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

With the on my face
There's no where I belong
And my life consists of a story
Of at a song

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

I'm a child of the
Lord's been in the of a book
But when I'm and clay
other people stop and to look

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

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