Luyện nghe bài hát Bob Dylan's Blues

Well, the Lone and Tonto
They are ridin' the line
everybody's troubles
Everybody's except
Someone musta told them that I was doin'

Oh, you five-and-ten women
With nothin' in heads
I got a real gal I'm
Lord, love her till I'm dead
Go away from my and my window, too
now

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

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 here
You want to be me?
out your six-shooter
And rob bank you can see
the judge I said it was all right
Yes