Luyện nghe bài hát Bob Dylan Blues

Got the Bob Dylan
And the Bob Dylan
And my clothes and my in a mess
But you know I just couldn't care

Goin' to write me a
Bout' right and what's wrong
Bout' god and my god and all
while I make like a cat

Cause I'm a
ya know it
And the wind, you can it
I'm Mr. Dylan, the king
And I'm as a bird on the wing

Roam from to town
Guess I get down
But I care too much about that
Cause my gut and my are fat

a whole lotta dough
But I it though
I've got soul and a heart of gold
So I'll sing war in the cold

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Well I sing dreams
And I rhymes it with
it seems that my dream always means
That I can prophesy all kinds of

Well the guy that me
try hard to see
That he buys all my and a hat
And I'm in town go see that

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