Luyện nghe bài hát For The Roses

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

In some office sits a poet and he trembles as he
And he some guy to circulate his soul 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, first class
The lights go down and just you up there
Getting them to feel that

Remember the 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 on giant screens
And at parties for the and for people who have slices of you
From the company, they toss your latest golden egg
Speculation, well, who's to
If the one in the nest will glitter for them so

I I seem ungrateful with my teeth sunk in the hand
That brings me things I really can't give up 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 when you're getting a taste for worship
start bringing out the hammers and the boards and the nails

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