Luyện nghe bài hát Jocko And The Trapeze Lady

Dick

He was a boy when the circus first to the dust of his West Texas town.
And twenty years later, he'd spent twenty years as the Sad Circus Clown.
He did slap-stick in grease paint and rags and the people would laugh 'til they cried.
But they never saw past the clown mask to the sad, empty man locked inside.

The trapeze lady easy and gracefully, high in the high trapeze swing.
Her parents were flyers. The was her life. The carny was deep in her veins.
High in the spotlights in and pink tights, she flew like a bird in the wind.
The saw dust's on daughter, the strong men who caught her were all she brought to her tent.

Jocko worked down with the center ring clowns a sad painted smile on his face
And the trapeze lady swung and gracefully high in the great canvas space.
Jocko looked up with a tear in his heart and, Lord, he he could fly
For she never looked down at a baggy pants clown who looked up love in his eyes.

It was Tulsa, the last stop, the last show of the big top, a loud, sell-out filled the seats.
They clapped for the walk-around and cheered for the clowns. The fliers them to their feet.
Then a still half-lit match fell in tender dry and soon found the dry saw dust floor.
The flames leaped higher. When the people heard, "Fire!" they swept a wave for the door.

Jocko looked up to the top of the tent and a hundred from the ground
Swung the lady, up on the high swing, alone, with no way to get down.
He ran to the ladder that led to the platform, she cried, "Jocko, no! no time!"
But her word of fear fell deaf on love's ear as slowly he started to climb.

Hand over hand to the flier's stand, taking the rope that hung there
one quick look down, the sad circus clown looked up and took to the air.
Slow then slowly he started to swing, his turned to tears in the smoke.
Faster then faster and as he past her, her strong flier hands found the rope.

She slipped to the ground as the flames the rigging and licked at the rope that he held.
He'd below when the rigging let go and down to the saw dust he fell.
She ran to his and with tears in her eyes, "Oh, no! Jocko, why?" she cried.
He his sad head. "I loved you," he said and he closed his eyes and he died.

Now, the trapeze lady easy and gracefully high in the great canvass space.
But a and a time are still etched in her mind of a smile painted on a sad face.
And she sometimes looks to the center ring clowns for someone she never has found.
For she still remembers the when love came to her wearing the face of a clown.