Luyện nghe bài hát John Doe No. 24

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

But Louis was my name, though I 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 prayer

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

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

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

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

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

And they gave me a harp last
And all the nurses took a
But I've been growing listless
I've been dreaming of the past

I'm down to the banks
Of the great Big Muddy where the houses stand
I am seven old and I feel my dad
out for my hand

While I drew breath no one me
So they won't on the day I cease
Put a sprig of jasmine with me
To me of New Orleans

I was standing on the in 1945
In Jacksonville,