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 years later, he'd spent twenty years as Jocko the Sad Circus Clown.
He did slap-stick gags in grease 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 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 were all she brought to her tent.

Jocko worked down the center ring clowns with a sad painted smile on his face
And the lady swung easy and gracefully high in the great canvas space.
Jocko looked up with a tear in his heart and, Lord, he wished he 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 show of the big top, a loud, sell-out filled the seats.
They for the walk-around and cheered for the clowns. The fliers brought them to their feet.
a still half-lit match fell in tender dry grass and soon found the dry saw dust floor.
The leaped 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 feet from the
Swung the 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 word 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 that there
With one 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 her, her strong flier hands found the rope.

She slipped to the 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 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 lady swings easy and gracefully high in the great space.
But a place and a time are still etched in her mind of a smile on a sad face.
And she looks down to the center ring clowns for someone she never has found.
For she still remembers the time when love came to her wearing the of a clown.