Luyện nghe bài hát The Singer

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

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

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

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

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 a look

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

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