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 like many dim ago
Since I that face to face or seen you face to face
Though I can feel you here
I get these notes on and lilac sprays
From girls who have to tell me they saw you somewhere

In some office a poet and he trembles as he sings
And he asks some guy to his soul around
On your red ribbon runner, the caressing rev of motors
Finely tuned 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

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

I guess I ungrateful with my teeth sunk in the hand
That brings me things I really give up just yet
Now I sit up here, the critic, and they introduce band
But they seem so much looking at them on my TV set
Oh, the power and the just when you're getting a taste for worship
They start bringing out the hammers and the and the nails

I heard it in the last night, sounded like applause
now, end of summer, no more shiny hot nights
It was the arbutus rustling and the bumping of the logs
And the swept down black water like an empty spotlight