Luyện nghe bài hát Bob Dylan's Blues

Well, the Ranger and Tonto
They are ridin' the line
Fixin' everybody's
Everybody's except
Someone musta them that I was doin' fine

Oh, you cent women
With nothin' in 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' to no race track
See no car run
I don't no sports car
And I don't even care to one
I can walk anytime the block

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

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