Luyện nghe bài hát Jocko And The Trapeze Lady

Dick

He was a boy the circus first came 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 would laugh 'til they cried.
But they never saw past the painted clown mask to the sad, 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 and pink tights, she flew like a bird in the wind.
The saw on daughter, the strong men who caught her were 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 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 of the big top, a loud, sell-out crowd filled 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 higher. When the people heard, "Fire!" they swept like a wave for the door.

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

Hand over to the high flier's stand, taking the rope that hung there
With one quick look down, the sad circus clown up and took to the air.
Slow then slowly he started to swing, his turned to tears in the smoke.
then faster and as he swung past 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 when the rigging let go and to the saw dust he fell.
She ran to his and with 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 lady swings easy and gracefully high in the great canvass space.
But a place and a time are still etched in her of a smile painted on a sad face.
And she sometimes looks down to the center ring clowns for someone she has found.
For she still remembers the time love came to her wearing the face of a clown.