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
They said I was a 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, searched for a mother
And searched for a father
And they searched till they no more
The doctors put to rest their tests
And they named me Doe No. 24'

And all shook their 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 heart's own
When the crepe jasmine bloomed on Rue Morgue
I couldn't hear the bells
Of the streetcars coming by toeing the track I

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

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

And they me a harp last Christmas
And all the took a dance
But I've been growing listless
I've been again of the past

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

While I drew breath no one me
So they on the day that I cease
Put a sprig of crepe jasmine me
To me of New Orleans

I was standing on the sidewalk in
In Jacksonville,