Luyện nghe bài hát The Singer

As I walk these streets
Where a million passin have trod before me
With my in my hand
Suddenly I realize knows me

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

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

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

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

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

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