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 of Jazz music
I live uptown, where? I dont know
Im always
And it seems I'm with the blues
I talk to myself in public places and hum Jazz
I Jazz
But soon I hafta make it
To old furnished room of mine
I guess thats why I stall so long
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 I'll ever get to one
I couldnt a seat next to the ceiling
That was Jazz music you blastin out
Now I got fifteen cents between me and
I'll hafta walk all the way uptown
Cause I'm playin that music
You see.....I love Jazz

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

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

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

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

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

Now this!

( crash)

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

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

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

Now here I am standing in this old
It's night in the city
I sure wish I could relax and be cool
But it's just like my mother
"Dont cause ya wish jack"
Now comes Bob with a mouth full of jive
I know hes comin right
" I hear ya talkin Jim, no company tonight man,
no man my record machine is in the shop,
man stop talkin so loud, before you wake my land lady up and she remebers I havent my rent in three weeks"
"Oh man who cares" (yelling in the background)
"Go man go!" (landlady in to yelling about rent)
"Why everbody please stop that noise" ( pots, pans and cans crashing now)
"Please all the confusion" (Landlady,Bob, and the pots still being loud)
"Please let me be cool man!!!" ( Noise is unbearable now)
"Please get away 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 oughta see old room of mine
Every morning I wake up and look me
And I thinkin
I must've died a hundred during the night
And I wonder about 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 who wakes up too Jazz music in the morning
I guess, i cant say why
I guess I it solemn...
Like a
Ya know I had to 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 couldnt see it
Morning, afternoon, night or
That is until I played her monk one night,late
Midnight
I played her 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 with a muted trumpet)

(Now everyone starts to and swing)

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

Yeah! Early in the morning time, in the night time
I'm with the
Sometimes Im 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 like children ball
and maybe thats why I always manage to once in a while
Even the blues
And wether I it or not I love the idea of living
But sometymes its man
And I mean tough like when Miles is grooving with his horn
I mean tough like when I cant make morning meal
When I'm ducking the
When I have is in hock
Like when I think of all the places I havent
And wont ever get there
But I think I will
Yes, thats the way I
the song says
The sun will shine thru my back someday
All the way to the bottom of my stomach and back up again
Yes the way I feel

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

man
But not "real"
Beautiful a woman
A woman