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 was my name, though I could not say it
I was and raised in New Orleans
My spirit was wild, so I let the take it
On a barge and a upstream

Well, they searched for a
And they for a father
And they searched till they no more
The doctors put to rest their tests
And named me 'John Doe No. 24'

And they all shook heads in pity
For a so silent and dark
Well, there's no doubt that life's a
But so too is the heart

And it was my own perfume
the crepe jasmine bloomed on Rue Morgue Avenue
Though I hear the bells
Of the streetcars by toeing the track I knew

And if I an old man returning
With my satchel and hat
I'd hit jazz joint on Bourbon
And I'd hit everyone on Basin after

The kept passing as they passed me around
From one ward to another
Like I was an orphan shoe from the lost and
Always the other

And they gave me a last Christmas
And all the nurses a dance
But lately I've been growing
I've been dreaming of the past

I'm wandering to the banks
Of the great Big Muddy where the shotgun houses
I am seven old and I feel my dad
Reach out for my

While I breath no one missed me
So won't on the day that I cease
Put a sprig of crepe jasmine me
To me of New Orleans

I was on the sidewalk in 1945
In Jacksonville,