Luyện nghe bài hát Jocko And The Trapeze Lady

Dick

He was a boy when the first 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 in grease paint and rags and the people would laugh 'til they cried.
But they saw past the painted 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 was her life. The carny was deep in her veins.
High in the spotlights in and pink tights, she flew like a bird in the wind.
The saw dust's on daughter, the men who caught her were all that she brought to her tent.

Jocko down with the center ring clowns with a sad painted smile on his face
And the trapeze lady swung easy and gracefully high in the canvas space.
Jocko looked up with a tear in his heart and, Lord, he 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, crowd filled the seats.
They clapped for the walk-around and cheered for the clowns. The fliers brought them to feet.
Then a still half-lit match fell in tender dry grass and soon the dry saw dust floor.
The flames higher. When the people heard, "Fire!" they swept like a wave for the door.

Jocko looked up to the top of the tent and a hundred from the ground
Swung the trapeze lady, up on the 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 deaf on love's ear as slowly he started to climb.

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

She slipped to the ground as the found the rigging 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 and he closed his eyes and he died.

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