Luyện nghe bài hát A Colloquial Dream (Take 6)

Well here I am right where I was yesterday
And the day before, and the day before
Sitting on a barstool
Holding my dreams up to the sound of music
I live uptown, where? I dont know
Im always
And it seems I'm always with the
I talk to myself in public places and hum Jazz
I Jazz
But I hafta make it uptown
To that old furnished of mine
I guess thats why I so long downtown
But I the Cafe bars down here
Especially the ones across the from theartres
I once wanted to be on the
But this is the closest I'll get to one
I afford a seat next to the ceiling
That was music you heard blastin out
Now I got fifteen cents between me and
I'll prolly walk all the way uptown
Cause I'm that music again
You see.....I love Jazz

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

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

Dooo da da di doooo ( Sad trumpet again)
da da dee daaa da!

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

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

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

Now here I am standing in old building
It's time in the city
I sure wish I just relax and be cool
But it's just my mother says
"Dont cause ya wish jack"
Now here comes Bob with a mouth of jive
I know hes right here
" Yeah I hear ya talkin Jim, no company man,
no man my machine is in the pawn shop,
man talkin so loud, before you wake my land 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 that noise" ( pots, pans and cans crashing now)
"Please all the confusion" (Landlady,Bob, and the pots still being loud)
"Please just let me be cool man!!!" ( Noise is now)
"Please get from my door!!!" (oh s***, gonna snap,,,any minute!!)
"Will you please go!!!" (Noise 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 died a hundred years during the
And I wonder that jack, yes I wonder
Like how I ever got
Because I dont have any 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 I find it solemn...
Like a
Ya know I had to that to my mother when I was living back home
I'd wake up to sounds
Mom didnt dig, she didnt go for it
Bird, Miles, Max... she couldnt see it
Morning, afternoon, or anytime
That is I played her some monk one night,late
Midnight
I played her some
that is
Now Mom spends many of her in tunisia

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

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

(Now everyone starts to and swing)

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

Yeah! Early in the morning time, late in the time
I'm the blues
Im laughing and having myself a ball
And thats why Bob keeps the blues aint all up there in my old room
But sometimes it dances and 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 wether I like it or not I love the of living
But its tough man
And I dont mean like when Miles is grooving with his horn
I mean tough like when I cant make that morning
When I'm the landlady
When I have is in hock
Like when I think of all the I havent been
And wont ever get there
But I maybe I will
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 deeeeee ( muted trumpet again...sad)
Deee da da da dee

man
But not "real"
Beautiful a woman
A real