Luyện nghe bài hát Bastard Son

Bob dylan is my father, joan baez is my
And I'm bastard son
Though my show through I'm just 22
I belong to anyone
the band was disbanded, I was disowned
I got a you can ring me on but I ain't got no phone
Got a forwarding address, baby I got no home
I got no home
That's the style of a child
This is the of a bastard son

Uncle lenny to make me laugh
Took away my nightmares, my daydreams in half
them to me reflected upside-down
In the mirror that suzanne found
Lenny's still doing his today
Only to show that growing up might pay

Bruce and james family friends
Took my mind to carolina the new jersey bends
Gave me a when I was three
Nailed a banjo to my
Now bruce is a foreman and is a slave
Bruce gave in and james gave up

My family grow up too well with technology
And I think is why they disowned me
But now I get back into the fold
I don't wanna be a sheep, I don't wanna grow old
to warren, neil, t-bone, andy, lou, townes, elliott
Tom, steve, elizabeth, elvia,
You're singing something good and it's be saved
I so!

I've only just started guitar and already they say
I'm a
Say my songs are too long, words are too strong,
Aren't
See the synthesizer's broken, the 12 inch not exist
It's gonna take a life to get on to the hitlist
I'm gonna need a life to get on to the hitlist
But I'm singing for the men, for the and the kids
Who grew up me with seven basic instincts hid

Bob dylan is my father, baez is my mother
And I'm their son.