Luyện nghe bài hát The Singer

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

yesterday 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 that I belong
All I to give you
Was song after after song

All the truths I tried to you
as distant to you as the moon
Born 200 too late
And 200 too soon

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

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

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