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 counting stains on a barroom
Thinking 'bout my hometown and the I'll leave behind
Mostly 'bout the man who writes his with smiling rhymes
And I'm holding on to a smoky view of his dreams in the light

Michael counts his in the years of wasted miles
I used to think he was part of that fantasy in rhyme
Looking on all his tunes of butterflies and sunshine
There was only one about the man he inside
the time he crossed the line and let a tear come to his eye

I used to hide out in his smile
Hope it would shine me through the
Until I the way it feels to be the man
Who sings the world a
a soul to share his sorrow

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