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
on a high barstool
Holding my dreams up to the sound of Jazz
I live uptown, I dont exactly know
Im downtown
And it seems I'm always with the
I to myself in public places and hum Jazz tunes
I Jazz
But soon I hafta make it
To that old room of mine
I guess thats why I stall so long
But I like the Cafe bars down
the ones across the street from theartres
I once wanted to be on the
But is the closest I'll ever get to one
I couldnt afford a seat to the ceiling
That was Jazz music you heard out
Now I got fifteen cents me and starvation
I'll hafta walk all the way uptown
I'm playin that music again
You see.....I love music

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

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

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

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

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

Now this!

( crash)

Dig!
( whole comes 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 I am standing in this old building
night time in the city
I sure wish I just relax and be cool
But it's just like my says
"Dont cause nuthin ya jack"
Now here comes Bob a mouth full of jive
I hes comin right here
" Yeah I hear ya Jim, no company tonight man,
no man my record is in the pawn shop,
man stop talkin so loud, before you wake my land lady up and she remebers I havent paid my 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 still being loud)
"Please just let me be cool man!!!" ( Noise is now)
"Please get away my door!!!" (oh s***, gonna snap,,,any minute!!)
"Will you go!!!" (Noise starts to recede...slowly)
"I want to be cool man" ( finally quiet...again...fer now)

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

I guess I'm the only man in the world who wakes up too music in the morning
I guess, i cant say 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 didnt dig, she just go for it
Bird, Miles, Max... she couldnt see it
Morning, afternoon, or anytime
That is I played her some monk one night,late
Round
I her some monk
that is
Now Mom spends of her nights 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 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 the blues
Im laughing and having myself a ball
And why Bob keeps telling the blues aint all up there in my old room
But sometimes it dances and struts like a
Skips and hops children playing ball
and maybe thats why I always to change once in a while
Even the blues
And wether I like it or not I love the of living
But sometymes its man
And I dont mean tough like when Miles is grooving with his
I mean tough like when I cant make that morning
When I'm ducking the
everything 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
the song says
The sun will shine thru my door someday
All the way down to the bottom of my stomach and up again
Yes thats the way I

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

man
But not "real"
Beautiful a woman
A real