Luyện nghe bài hát Bastard Son

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

Uncle used to make me laugh
away my nightmares, tore my daydreams in half
Showed them to me reflected
In the mirror that suzanne found
still doing his tricks today
Only goes to show growing up might pay

and james were family friends
Took my mind to through the new jersey bends
Gave me a harmonica when I was
a banjo to my knees
Now bruce is a foreman and james is a
Bruce gave in and james just up

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

only just started playing guitar and already they say
I'm a
Say my songs are too long, are too strong, shoes
clean
See the broken, the 12 inch does not exist
It's gonna a blessed life to get on to the hitlist
I'm gonna need a blessed life to get on to the
But I'm singing for the men, for the and the kids
Who up like me with seven basic instincts hid

Bob dylan is my father, joan baez is my
And I'm bastard son.