Luyện nghe bài hát The Singer

As I these narrow streets
Where a million passin feet have trod me
my guitar in my hand
Suddenly I realize nobody me

Where yesterday the
and cried my name out for a song
Today the are empty
And the crowds all gone home

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

All the truths I tried to you
Were as distant to you as the
Born 200 too late
And 200 too soon

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

Will they marvel at the I did perform
And the I did aspire
Or they tear out the pages of the book
To a fire

the rain on my face
There is no place I belong
Did you forget this fucking singer so
And did you forget my