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 years later, he'd spent twenty years as Jocko the Sad Circus Clown.
He did slap-stick gags in 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 swung easy and gracefully, high in the high 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 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 clowns with 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 looked down at a baggy 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 for the walk-around and cheered for the clowns. The fliers brought 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 like a 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 led to the platform, she cried, "Jocko, no! There's no time!"
But her quick word of fear fell deaf on love's ear as slowly he to climb.

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

She slipped to the ground as the flames the rigging and licked at the rope that he held.
He'd started below 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 raised his sad head. "I loved you," he said and he closed his and he died.

Now, the trapeze swings easy and gracefully high in the great canvass space.
But a place and a time are still etched in her mind of a painted 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 love came to her wearing the face of a clown.