Luyện nghe bài hát The Singer

As I these narrow streets
Where a passin feet have trod before me
With my guitar in my
Suddenly I nobody knows me

Where yesterday the
Screamed and cried my out for a song
the streets are empty
And the have all gone home

I pass a houses
But there is no place I belong
All I knew to you
Was song after after song

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

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

Will they at the miracles I did perform
And the heights I did
Or will they tear out the pages of the
To a fire

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