Luyện nghe bài hát Jocko And The Trapeze Lady

Dick

He was a boy when the circus first came to the dust of his West town.
And twenty years later, he'd spent twenty years as the Sad Circus Clown.
He did slap-stick gags in grease paint and rags and the would laugh 'til they cried.
But they never saw past the painted clown to the sad, empty man locked inside.

The trapeze lady swung and gracefully, high in the high trapeze swing.
Her parents were flyers. The was her life. The carny was deep in her veins.
High in the 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 ring clowns 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 up with love in his eyes.

It was Tulsa, the last stop, the last of the big top, a loud, sell-out crowd filled the seats.
They clapped for the walk-around and cheered for the clowns. The fliers them to their feet.
a still half-lit match fell in tender dry grass 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
the trapeze lady, up on the high 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 of fear 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
With one quick look down, the sad circus clown looked up and to the air.
Slow then slowly he started to swing, his eyes turned to in the smoke.
Faster then faster and as he swung past her, her flier hands found the rope.

She to the ground as the flames found 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 side and tears in her eyes, "Oh, no! Jocko, why?" she cried.
He raised his sad head. "I you," he said and he closed his eyes and he died.

Now, the trapeze lady swings easy and high 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 down to the center ring clowns for someone she never has found.
For she still remembers the when love came to her wearing the face of a clown.