Luyện nghe bài hát For The Roses

I heard it in the wind last night, like applause
Did you get a round for you way up here?
It like many dim years ago
Since I that face to face or seen you face to face
tonight I can feel you here
I get these notes on butterflies and sprays
From girls who just to tell me they saw you somewhere

In some sits a poet and he trembles as he sings
And he some guy to circulate his soul around
On your red ribbon runner, the caressing rev of motors
Finely tuned fancy women in thirties evening gowns
Up the charts, off to the
Your name's in the news, everything's class
The lights go down and it's just you up
Getting them to feel like

Remember the days you used to sit and make up
Your for love and pour your simple sorrow
To the sound hole and your knee and now you're seen on giant
And at parties for the press and for who have slices of you
From the company, toss around your latest golden egg
Speculation, well, to know
If the next one in the will glitter for them so

I guess I seem ungrateful with my teeth in the hand
That brings me things I really can't give up yet
Now I sit up here, the critic, and they introduce band
But they seem so confetti looking at them on my TV set
Oh, the power and the glory just you're getting a taste for worship
start bringing out the hammers and the boards and the nails

I heard it in the wind night, sounded like applause
Chilly now, end of summer, no shiny hot nights
It was just the rustling and the bumping of the logs
And the moon swept down black water like an spotlight