Luyện nghe bài hát Thankgiving

Somehow I myself far out of line
From the I had drawn
Wasn't the of paths, you could attest to that,
But I'm on.
Would our paths if every great loss
Had out our gain?
Would our paths cross if the pain it had us
Was paid in
There was no pot of gold, a rainbow
my way
But I will be true to the red, black and
That those days.
I owe my to each fork in the road,
misleading sign.
'Cause in solitude, no bitter attitude
Can dissolve my sweetest
for every wrong move that made it right