Luyện nghe bài hát For The Roses

I heard it in the last night, sounded like applause
Did you get a round for you way up here?
It like many dim years ago
I heard that face to face or seen you face to face
Though tonight I can you here
I get these notes on butterflies and lilac
From girls who just have to tell me saw you somewhere

In some sits a poet and he trembles as he sings
And he asks some guy to circulate his around
On your mark red runner, the caressing rev of motors
Finely like fancy women in thirties evening gowns
Up the charts, off to the
Your name's in the news, first class
The go down and it's just you up there
Getting them to feel that

the days when you used to sit and make up
Your tunes for love and pour your sorrow
To the sound hole and your knee and now seen on giant screens
And at for the press and for people who have slices of you
the company, they toss around your latest golden egg
Speculation, well, to know
If the one in the nest will glitter for them so

I guess I seem ungrateful with my sunk in the hand
That brings me I really can't give up just yet
Now I sit up here, the critic, and introduce some band
But they seem so much confetti at them on my TV set
Oh, the power and the glory just when you're a taste for worship
start bringing out the hammers and the boards and the nails

I heard it in the wind night, sounded like applause
Chilly now, end of summer, no more hot nights
It was just the rustling and the bumping of the logs
And the moon swept down black like an empty spotlight