Luyện nghe bài hát Jocko And The Trapeze Lady

Dick

He was a boy the circus first came 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 gags in grease paint and rags and the people would laugh 'til cried.
But they never saw past the clown mask to the sad, empty man locked inside.

The lady swung easy and gracefully, high in the high trapeze swing.
Her were 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 her were all that she brought to her tent.

Jocko worked down with the center ring clowns with a sad smile on his face
And the trapeze swung easy and gracefully high in the great canvas space.
Jocko looked up a tear in his heart and, Lord, he wished he could fly
For she never looked down at a baggy pants 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 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 like a wave for the door.

Jocko looked up to the top of the tent and a 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 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 eyes to tears in the smoke.
Faster then faster and as he swung past her, her strong hands found the rope.

She slipped to the ground as the flames found the and licked at the rope that he held.
He'd started below when the rigging let go and down to the saw he fell.
She ran to his side and tears 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 high in the canvass space.
But a place and a 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 remembers the time when love came to her wearing the face of a clown.