Luyện nghe bài hát The Singer

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

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

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

All the truths I to tell you
Were as distant to you as the
200 years too late
And 200 years too

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

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

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