Luyện nghe bài hát A Colloquial Dream (Take 6)

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

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

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

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

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

Dooo dee dee da dooo( Trumpet picks up, cymbals & Bass walking faster and faster louder 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 here I am standing in old building
It's time in the city
I sure wish I could just relax and be
But it's just my mother says
"Dont cause nuthin ya 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 machine is in the pawn shop,
man stop talkin so loud, 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 in to yelling about rent)
"Why dont everbody please stop that noise" ( pots, pans and 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 away from my door!!!" (oh s***, 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 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
how I ever got here
Because I dont have any of dying that fast

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

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

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

(Now everyone starts to and swing)

(Slow trumpets pauses all, says a few things here 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 why Bob keeps telling the blues aint all up there in my old room
But sometimes it dances and like a woman
and hops like children playing ball
and maybe thats why I always to change once in a while
with the blues
And wether I like it or not I the idea of living
But its tough man
And I mean tough like when Miles is grooving with his horn
I mean tough like when I cant that morning meal
When I'm the landlady
When everything I have is in
Like when I think of all the I havent been
And ever likely get there
But I think I will
Yes, thats the way I
Like the song
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 trumpet again...sad)
Deee da da da dee

man
But not "real"
Beautiful like a
A woman