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 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 people would 'til they cried.
But they saw past the painted clown mask to the sad, empty man locked inside.

The trapeze lady easy and gracefully, high in the high trapeze swing.
Her parents were flyers. The circus was her life. The carny was in her veins.
High in the spotlights in sequins and 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 easy and gracefully high in the great canvas space.
Jocko looked up with a tear in his and, Lord, he wished he could fly
For she never looked down at a baggy clown who looked up with love in his eyes.

It was Tulsa, the last stop, the last show of the big top, a loud, crowd filled the seats.
They clapped for the 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 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 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 word of fear fell deaf on ear as slowly he started to climb.

Hand over hand to the 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.
Faster then faster and as he swung past her, her strong hands found the rope.

She slipped to the ground as the flames 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 trapeze lady swings easy and gracefully high in the great space.
But a and a time are still 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 to her wearing the face of a clown.