Luyện nghe bài hát John Doe No. 24

I was standing on the in 1945
In Jacksonville,
When asked 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 born and in New Orleans
My spirit was wild, so I let the take it
On a barge and a upstream

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

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

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

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

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

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

I'm down to the banks
Of the great Big Muddy where the shotgun 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 that I
Put a sprig of crepe with me
To me of New Orleans

I was standing on the in 1945
In Jacksonville,