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 dim years ago
Since I heard that to face or seen you face to face
tonight I can feel you here
I get these notes on butterflies and lilac
From girls who have to tell me they saw you somewhere

In some sits a poet and he trembles as he sings
And he asks some guy to circulate his around
On mark red ribbon 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 it's just you up
Getting them to like that

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

I guess I seem ungrateful with my teeth sunk in the
brings me things I really can't give up just yet
Now I sit up here, the critic, and they some band
But they seem so confetti looking at them on my TV set
Oh, the power and the glory just you're getting a taste for worship
They start bringing out the hammers and the 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 arbutus and the bumping of the logs
And the moon swept down black water like an spotlight