Luyện nghe bài hát Thanksgiving

Somehow I find myself far out of
from the I had drawn
Wasn't the best of paths, you could to that,
but I'm on.
Would our paths cross if every loss
had turned out our
Would our paths cross if the it had cost us
was paid in
There was no pot of gold, hardly a
my way
But I will be to the red, black and blues
that colored days.
I owe my to each fork in the road,
misleading sign.
'Cause even in solitude, no attitude
can dissolve my find
Thanksgiving for every move that made it right.