Luyện nghe bài hát A Colloquial Dream (Take 6)

Well here I am right back where I was
And the day before, and the day that
Sitting on a barstool
my dreams up to the sound of Jazz music
I live uptown, where? I exactly know
Im downtown
And it seems I'm with the blues
I talk to myself in places and hum Jazz tunes
I Jazz
But I hafta make it uptown
To that old room of mine
I guess why I stall so long downtown
But I the Cafe bars down here
the ones across the street from theartres
I once to be on the stage
But is the closest I'll ever get to one
I couldnt afford a seat next to the
That was Jazz music you blastin out
Now I got fifteen cents me and starvation
prolly hafta walk all the way uptown
Cause I'm playin that again
You see.....I love music

Doo do do dooooo (slow & sad trumpet)
da da di dooooo........Daaaaaaaaaaa!

Thats pretty boy
But it "really" pretty
It aint like in magazines
Its beautiful.....its terribly man
Say...like a woman you might of been with last
Or say maybe an ago

da da di doooo ( Sad muted trumpet again)
Doooo da da dee da!

Sad
Sorta reminds me of that old I live in
My room,...... looking out over lonely

Dooo dee dee da dooo( Trumpet picks up, cymbals & Bass start walking faster and louder and louder)

Now this!

( crash)

Dig!
( band comes in now with swing and gusto!)

dee dee ba da da doo da!
dee dee be da da doo da!

( plays on for a little while....free but together)

Now here I am standing in this old
night time in the city
I sure wish I could just relax and be
But it's just like my says
"Dont cause nuthin ya jack"
Now here comes Bob a mouth full of jive
I know hes comin here
" Yeah I hear ya talkin Jim, no company man,
no man my record machine is in the shop,
man stop talkin so loud, before you wake my lady up and she remebers I havent paid my rent in three weeks"
"Oh man who cares" (yelling in the background)
"Go man go!" (landlady starts in to about rent)
"Why dont everbody please stop noise" ( pots, pans and cans crashing now)
"Please stop all the confusion" (Landlady,Bob, and the pots still loud)
"Please just let me be man!!!" ( Noise is unbearable now)
"Please get from my door!!!" (oh s***, gonna snap,,,any minute!!)
"Will you please go!!!" (Noise to recede...slowly)
"I want to be cool man" ( finally quiet...again...fer now)

Man you see this old room of mine
Every morning I wake up and look me
And I thinkin
I must've died a years during the night
And I wonder about jack, yes I wonder
Like how I ever got
Because I have any plans of dying that fast

I guess I'm the only man in the world who up too Jazz music in the morning
I guess, i say exactly why
I guess I it solemn...
a hymn
Ya know I had to that to my mother when I was living back home
I'd wake up to sounds
Mom dig, she just didnt go for it
Bird, Miles, Max... she couldnt see it
Morning, afternoon, or anytime
That is until I played her monk one night,late
Midnight
I her some monk
Thelonious is
Now Mom spends many of her nights in

(Trumpet starts in again,un-muted, and somber yet still swinging...slow)

( Now a sax in and starts conversating with a muted trumpet)

(Now everyone starts to and swing)

(Slow muted trumpets pauses all, says a few things and there,no one listens)

Yeah! in the morning time, late in the night time
I'm with the
Im laughing and having myself a ball
And thats why Bob keeps telling the blues all up there in my old room
But it dances and struts like a woman
Skips and like children playing ball
and maybe why I always manage to change once in a while
Even the blues
And I like it or not I love the idea of living
But sometymes its man
And I dont mean tough like when Miles is with his horn
I mean tough like when I cant that morning meal
When I'm ducking the
When I have is in hock
Like I think of all the places I havent been
And ever likely get there
But I maybe I will
Yes, the way I think
Like the says
The sun will shine thru my door someday
All the way to the bottom of my stomach and back up again
Yes thats the way I

Doo da da da ( slow muted trumpet again...sad)
da da da dee daaaa

man
But not "real"
Beautiful like a
A woman