Luyện nghe bài hát Bob Dylan Blues

Got the bob blues
And the bob dylan
And my clothes and my in a mess

But you know I just couldnt care

Gonna write me a 'bout what's right and what's wrong
Bout God and my girl and all

Quiet while I make a cat

Cause I'm a poet, dont'cha it
And the wind you can it
Cause I'm mister dylan the
And I'm free as a bird on the

Roam from to town, guess I get people down
But I don't too much about that
Cause my gut and my are fat

Make a whole lot of but I deserve it though
I got soul and a good of gold
So sing about war and the cold

I'm a poet, dont'cha know it
And the wind you can it
Cause I'm mister the king
And I'm as a bird on the wing

Well I sings about dreams and I rhymes it seams
Cause it that my dream always means

That I can prophesy all of things

I'm a poet, dont'cha know it
And the you can blow it
Cause I'm mister the king
And I'm free as a bird on the