Luyện nghe bài hát For The Roses

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

In office sits a poet and he trembles as he sings
And he asks some guy to circulate his soul
On your mark red runner, the caressing rev of motors
Finely tuned like fancy women in evening gowns
Up the charts, off to the
Your name's in the news, everything's class
The lights go down and 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 you're on giant screens
And at parties for the press and for people who slices of you
From the company, toss around your latest golden egg
Speculation, well, to know
If the next one in the nest will glitter for so

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

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