Luyện nghe bài hát Michael's Song

There's a out on the freeway says, "It's time to go"
I'm wasting my time stains on a barroom floor
Thinking 'bout my and the friends I'll leave behind
Mostly 'bout the man who writes his songs with rhymes
And I'm on to a smoky view of his dreams in the midnight light

Michael his songs in the years of wasted miles
I used to think he was really part of fantasy in rhyme
back on all his tunes of butterflies and sunshine
There was only one about the man he kept
About the time he crossed the line and let a tear to his eye

I used to hide out in his smile
it would shine me through the morrow
Until I the way it feels to be the man
Who sings the world a
Without a soul to share his

The light here at the freeway, well, it's turning to gold
The stains on that floor, ten miles back down the road
Thinking 'bout how that old bar Michael back to mind
How I can sing his blues and be smiling here
I guess a weary soul will always sing, Michael's smiling