Luyện nghe bài hát John Doe No. 24

I was standing on the in 1945
In Jacksonville,
asked what my name was there came no reply
They I was a deaf and sightless half-wit boy
But Louis was my name, though I not say it
I was born and in New Orleans
My spirit was wild, so I let the river it
On a barge and a prayer

Well searched for a mother and they searched for a father
And they searched till searched no more
The doctors put to rest their scientific
And named me "John Doe No. 24"
And they all shook heads in pity
For a world so silent and
there's no doubt that life's a mystery
But so too is the heart

And it was my heart's own perfume when the crepe jasmine
On Rue Morgue
Though I couldn't the bells of the streetcars coming
By toeing the track I
And if I were an old man
my satchel and porkpie hat
I'd hit every jazz on Bourbon
And I'd hit everyone on after that

The years kept passing as passed me around
From one state ward to
Like I was an orphan shoe the lost and found
missing the other
And they gave me a harp last
And all the nurses a dance
But lately been growing listless
been dreaming again of the past

I'm down to the banks of the great Big Muddy
the shotgun houses stand
I am years old and I feel my dad
out for my hand
While I drew no one missed me
So they won't on the day that I
Put a sprig of jasmine with me
To remind me of New

I was on the sidewalk in 1945
In Jacksonville,