Luyện nghe bài hát Folk Singer

As I these narrow streets
Where a million passin' feet are me
With my guitar in my
Suddenly I nobody 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 where I belong
And my whole life of a story
Of at a song

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

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

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

With the on my face
no place where I belong