Luyện nghe bài hát Songwriters And Storytellers

Go on songwriter, tell them of your love, and glory.
Share with them all you've dealt in every story.
You look for inspiration liva little boy;
under every tree and stone you a lost piece of joy.
Piecing back together a puzzle of
it's taking pride, you die, at wherever you come home to.

The quickest way home is in gold.
The air you is warm;
or so I'm or so I am told.

You're still in my book.
All those words you write and song that's broken.
All those songs sung strong and songs without words are now spoken.

You are still well, put your aside.

Where are you
What city, or state?
California? Or wherever I am taken by fate?
You'll find out what you need right at home the love.
Not in the sand, the sun, at the beach or the
but on the Detroit right at home with the love.

The way home is paved in gold.
The air around you is
or so I'm or so I am told.

still well in my book.
All those you write and every song that's broken.
All those songs sung strong and songs without words are now spoken