Luyện nghe bài hát Michael's Song

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

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

I used to out in his pretty smile
Hope it would shine me through the
Until I learned the way it to be the man
Who sings the world a
Without a to share his sorrow

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