Luyện nghe bài hát Song For Duke

I even know the man
I didn't the man himself
Even though his filled my life
As it has so others

I knew he had died that week
After death a year or more
But I had, had a rule
That were a waste of flowers

But said, I had to go
To be a witness to his gift of
A man who never once gave up on
Until death took him in his

The stood around the church
Ten thousand there, they say, or more
Black and white, and poor
Together they were to say farewell

In New York it had rained that day
The streets were and the sky was grey
But in the church the soared and sang
And seemed to fill the air shining sun

The man was a
He played the music of our
He that we all have in us
A place where always grows

in the streets again
The people wandered the falling rain
They waved hands and dried their tears
And turned to go about their again

But none of us be the same
If we hear the things his music
That is the gift of life
And making music was his way of

The man was a
He played the music of our
He that we all have in us
A place where beauty grows