Luyện nghe bài hát Bob Dylan's Blues

Well, the Lone and Tonto
They are down the line
Fixin' troubles
Everybody's except
Someone musta them that I was doin' fine

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

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

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

Well, here buddy
You to be like me?
Pull out six-shooter
And rob every you can see
Tell the judge I said it was all
Yes