Luyện nghe bài hát Folk Singer

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

Well, yesterday the motor screamed
And cried my name out for a
Now the are empty
And the they go on home

With the rain on my
no place where I belong
And my whole consists of a story
Of poem at a

Now the truths I've tried to you
Are as distant as the
More hundred years too late
Two hundred years too

I'm a child of the
Lord's in the pages of a book
But when I'm dust and
other people stop and to look

And will they marvel and
And perform the high size to the spider
Oh, will take the pages of the book to light of fire?

With the rain on my
There's no place where I