Luyện nghe bài hát Jocko And The Trapeze Lady

Dick

He was a boy when the circus first came to the 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 and rags and the people would laugh 'til they cried.
But never saw past the painted clown mask to the sad, empty man locked inside.

The trapeze lady swung easy and gracefully, high in the trapeze swing.
Her parents were flyers. The was her life. The carny was deep 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 men who caught her were all that she brought to her tent.

Jocko worked with the center 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 at a baggy pants clown who looked up with love in his eyes.

It was Tulsa, the stop, the last show of the big top, a loud, sell-out crowd filled the seats.
They clapped for the walk-around and cheered for the clowns. The brought them to their feet.
Then a still half-lit match fell in 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 from the ground
Swung the trapeze lady, up on the high swing, alone, 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 hand to the high flier's stand, taking the rope that hung there
With one quick look down, the sad circus 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 hands the rope.

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

Now, the trapeze lady swings 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 wearing the of a clown.