Luyện nghe bài hát The Singer

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

Where the multitude
Screamed and my name out for a song
Today the are empty
And the crowds have all gone

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

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

I'm a of this age
into the pages of your book
And when I am but and clay
And all the children stop to take a

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

With the on my face
There is no place I belong
Did you forget this fucking so soon?
And did you my song?