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 years later, he'd spent twenty years 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 painted clown to the sad, empty man locked inside.

The trapeze lady 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 spotlights in sequins and pink tights, she flew a bird in the wind.
The saw on daughter, the strong men who caught her were all that 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 easy and high in the great canvas space.
Jocko looked up with a tear in his heart and, Lord, he wished he fly
For she never looked down at a baggy pants clown who looked up with in his eyes.

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

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

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

She slipped to the ground as the flames found the rigging and licked at the rope 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 and he closed his eyes and he died.

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