Luyện nghe bài hát Bob Dylan's Blues

Well, the Lone and Tonto
are ridin' down the line
Fixin' everybody's
except mine
Someone told them that I was doin' fine

Oh, you cent women
With nothin' in heads
I got a real gal I'm
Lord, I'll her till I'm dead
Go away my door and my window, too
now

Lord, I ain't goin' down to no race
See no car run
I don't no sports car
And I even care to have one
I can walk anytime the block

Well, the keeps a-blowin' me
Up and down the
my hat in my hand
And my boots on my
Watch out so you step on me

Well, lookit buddy
You to be like me?
out your six-shooter
And rob bank you can see
Tell the judge I it was all right
Yes