Luyện nghe bài hát Bob Dylan's Blues

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

Oh, you cent women
With in your heads
I got a gal I'm lovin'
Lord, love her till I'm dead
Go away from my and my window, too
now

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

Well, the keeps a-blowin' me
Up and the street
my hat in my hand
And my boots on my
Watch out so you don't on me

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