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 later, he'd spent twenty years as Jocko 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 swung easy and gracefully, high in the high trapeze swing.
Her parents flyers. The circus was her life. The carny was deep in her veins.
in the spotlights 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 all that she brought to her tent.

Jocko worked down with the center ring with a sad painted smile on his face
And the trapeze lady swung easy and gracefully in the great canvas space.
looked up with a tear in his heart and, Lord, he wished he could 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 found the dry saw dust floor.
The flames leaped higher. When the people heard, "Fire!" they swept a wave for the door.

Jocko up to the top of the tent 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 fell deaf on love's ear as slowly he started to climb.

Hand over hand to the high flier's stand, taking the rope 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 eyes to tears in the smoke.
Faster then faster and as he swung past her, her strong flier hands the rope.

She slipped to the ground as the flames found the rigging and licked at the rope he held.
He'd started below when the rigging let go and 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 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 down to the center ring clowns for someone she has found.
For she still remembers the time when love came to her the face of a clown.