Luyện nghe bài hát John Doe No. 24

I was on the sidewalk in 1945
In Jacksonville,
When asked what my name was there no reply
They said I was a deaf and half wit boy

But Louis was my name, I could not say it
I was and raised in New Orleans
My spirit was wild, so I let the river 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 their scientific tests
And they named me Doe No. 24'

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

And it was my own perfume
When the crepe jasmine bloomed on Rue Morgue
Though I couldn't the bells
Of the streetcars coming by the track I knew

And if I were an old man
my satchel and porkpie hat
I'd hit every joint on Bourbon
And I'd hit everyone on after that

The years kept as they passed me around
From one state ward to
Like I was an orphan shoe from the and found
Always the other

And gave me a harp last Christmas
And all the took a dance
But lately been growing listless
I've been dreaming again of the

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

I was standing on the in 1945
In Jacksonville,