Luyện nghe bài hát For a Song

I was scribbled on a diner
out on 61,
put to a in a flop house room
to the rhythm of a strum.
I was written for a wedding, for a war,
I spent 20 years waiting in a dusty
til the day I'd be sung. I'd be sung.

I'm a ...boy, when I'm done right,
my words they like the Northern Lights.
And my melody like an eagle's flight,
and the souls sing along.
ain't nothin ...for a song.

I've been penned in a New York
and by a drifter on a bank.
I've been kicked this lonesome world
from Mozart to Hank.
I'm a tearful of a hopeless love,
I'm a cheerful ditty the housewives hum,
to help 'em get along. They get along.

I've screamed and yodeled, rapped and banned,
died in a with a minstrel band.
I'm a lullaby to a child.
I'm a to arms from a rebel's hand.
I'm a dark in a life of sin.
I'm a to My Father. I'm a prayer on the wind.