Luyện nghe bài hát A Colloquial Dream (Take 6)

Well here I am back where I was yesterday
And the day before, and the day before
Sitting on a high
Holding my dreams up to the sound of Jazz
I live uptown, where? I dont exactly
Im downtown
And it seems I'm always the blues
I talk to in public places and hum Jazz tunes
I love
But soon I hafta it uptown
To that old furnished room of
I guess thats why I stall so downtown
But I like the bars down here
Especially the ones the street from theartres
I once wanted to be on the
But is the closest I'll ever get to one
I afford a seat next to the ceiling
That was music you heard blastin out
Now I got cents between me and starvation
I'll prolly walk all the way uptown
I'm playin that music again
You see.....I Jazz music

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

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

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

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

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

Now this!

( crash)

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

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

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

Now here I am standing in this old
night time in the city
I sure I could just relax and be cool
But it's just like my says
"Dont nuthin ya wish jack"
Now here comes Bob with a mouth full of
I know hes right here
" Yeah I hear ya talkin Jim, no tonight man,
no man my record is in the pawn 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 yelling rent)
"Why dont everbody please stop that noise" ( pots, pans and crashing now)
"Please stop all the confusion" (Landlady,Bob, and the pots being loud)
"Please let me be cool man!!!" ( Noise is unbearable now)
"Please get from my door!!!" (oh s***, gonna snap,,,any minute!!)
"Will you go!!!" (Noise starts to recede...slowly)
"I just want to be man" ( finally quiet...again...fer now)

Man you oughta see this old room of
Every I wake up and look around me
And I keep
I must've a hundred years during the night
And I wonder about jack, yes I wonder
how I ever got here
Because I dont have any plans of that fast

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

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

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

(Now everyone starts to and swing)

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

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

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

man
But not "real"
Beautiful a woman
A real