Luyện nghe bài hát Jocko And The Trapeze Lady

Dick

He was a boy when the circus came to the dust of his West Texas town.
And twenty years later, he'd spent twenty as Jocko the Sad Circus Clown.
He did slap-stick gags in grease paint and 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 swung easy and gracefully, high in the high trapeze swing.
Her parents were flyers. The circus was her life. The carny was in her veins.
High in the in sequins 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 that she to her tent.

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

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

Jocko looked up to the top of the tent and a hundred feet the ground
the trapeze 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 quick word of fear fell deaf on love's ear as he started to climb.

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

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

Now, the trapeze lady swings easy and gracefully 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 looks down to the center ring clowns for someone she never has found.
For she still remembers the time love came to her wearing the face of a clown.