Luyện nghe bài hát Jocko And The Trapeze Lady

Dick

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

The trapeze lady swung easy and gracefully, high in the trapeze swing.
Her parents flyers. The circus was her life. The carny was deep in her veins.
High in the spotlights in sequins and pink tights, she flew like a in the wind.
The saw dust's on daughter, the strong men who caught her were all she brought to her tent.

Jocko down with the center ring clowns with a sad painted smile on his face
And the trapeze lady 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 looked up with in his eyes.

It was Tulsa, the last stop, the last show of the big top, a loud, sell-out crowd the seats.
clapped for the walk-around and cheered for the clowns. The fliers brought them to their feet.
Then a still match fell in tender dry grass and soon found the dry saw dust floor.
The flames leaped higher. When the people heard, "Fire!" swept like a wave for the door.

Jocko looked up to the top of the tent and a hundred feet the ground
the trapeze lady, up on the high swing, alone, with 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 fell deaf on ear as slowly he started to climb.

Hand over hand to the high flier's stand, taking the that hung there
With one quick look down, the sad 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 as the flames 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 said and he closed his and he died.

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