Luyện nghe bài hát Folk Singer

As I walk narrow streets
Where a million passin' are before me
With my in my hand
Suddenly I realize nobody me

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

the rain on my face
There's no where I belong
And my whole life of a story
Of poem at a

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

And they marvel and miracles
And perform into the high size to the
Oh, will they take the pages of the book to light of

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