Luyện nghe bài hát The Singer

As I walk narrow streets
a million passin feet have trod before me
With my guitar in my
Suddenly I realize knows me

yesterday the multitude
Screamed and cried my name out for a
Today the streets are
And the crowds have all home

I pass a million
But there is no that I belong
All I to give you
Was song after after song

All the truths I tried to you
Were as to you as the moon
200 years too late
And 200 years too

I'm a child of age
Locked into the of your book
And I am but dust and clay
And all the children stop to take a

Will marvel at the miracles I did perform
And the I did aspire
Or will they out the pages of the book
To light a

With the rain on my
is no place that I belong
Did you forget this singer so soon?
And did you forget my