Luyện nghe bài hát Last Thoughts on Woody Gutherie

When yer head gets twisted and yer mind grows
you think you're too old, too young, too smart or too dumb
When yer laggin' behind an' losin' yer
In a slow-motion crawl of life's busy
No matter yer doing if you start givin' up
If the wine don't to the top of yer cup
If the wind's got you sideways with one hand holdin' on
And the other starts slipping and the feeling is
And yer train engine fire a new spark to catch it
And the wood's easy findin' but yer to fetch it
And yer sidewalk starts curlin' and the street too long
And you walkin' backwards though you know its wrong
And comes up as down goes the day
And tomorrow's mornin' seems so far
And you feel the reins from yer are slippin'
And yer is a-slidin' 'cause yer hands are a-drippin'
And yer desert and evergreen valleys
Turn to broken slums and trash-can alleys
And yer sky cries water and yer drain pipe's
And the lightnin's a-flashing and the thunder's
And the are rattlin' and breakin' and the roof tops a-shakin'
And yer whole world's a-slammin' and
And yer minutes of sun to hours of storm
And to yourself you say
"I never knew it was gonna be way
Why didn't they me the day I was born"
And you gettin' chills and yer jumping from sweat
And you're lookin' for you ain't quite found yet
And yer knee-deep in the dark water yer hands in the air
And the whole world's a-watchin' with a window stare
And yer good gal leaves and she's long a-flying
And yer heart feels sick fish when they're fryin'
And yer jackhammer falls from yer to yer feet
And you it badly but it lays on the street
And yer bangin' loudly but you can't hear its beat
And you yer ears might a been hurt
Or yer turned filthy from the sight-blindin' dirt
And you figured you in yesterdays rush
you were faked out an' fooled white facing a four flush
And all the time you were three queens
And it's makin you mad, makin' you mean
Like in the middle of Life
Bouncin' around a machine
And there's something on yer mind you wanna be
somebody someplace oughta be hearin'
But it's trapped on yer tongue and sealed in yer
And it bothers you badly when layin' in bed
And no matter how you try you can't say it
And yer scared to yer soul you just forget it
And yer get swimmy from the tears in yer head
And yer of feathers turn to blankets of lead
And the lion's mouth and yer staring at his teeth
And his jaws start with you underneath
And yer flat on your belly yer hands tied behind
And you wish you'd never taken last detour sign
And you say to yourself just what am I
On this road I'm walkin', on this trail I'm
On curve I'm hanging
On pathway I'm strolling, in the space I'm taking
In this air I'm
Am I mixed up too much, am I mixed up too
Why am I walking, am I running
What am I saying, am I knowing
On guitar I'm playing, on this banjo I'm frailin'
On this I'm strummin', in the song I'm singin'
In the I'm hummin', in the words I'm writin'
In the words that I'm
In ocean of hours I'm all the time drinkin'
Who am I helping, am I breaking
am I giving, what am I taking
But you try with whole soul best
Never to think thoughts and never to let
Them kind of thoughts gain
Or make yer pound
But then you know why they're around
Just waiting for a chance to slip and down
"Cause sometimes you hear'em when the night times comes
And you fear that they catch you a-sleeping
And you jump yer bed, from yer last chapter of dreamin'
And you remember for the best of yer thinking
If that was you in the that was screaming
And you know that it's special you're needin'
And you know that there's no drug that'll do for the
And no liquor in the land to stop yer brain from
And you need something
Yeah, you need special all right
You need a fast flyin' on a tornado track
To shoot you someplace and shoot you
You need a cyclone on a stream engine howler
That's been banging and booming and forever
That yer troubles a hundred times over
You a Greyhound bus that don't bar no race
won't laugh at yer looks
Your or your face
And by any number of bets in the
Will be rollin' long after the craze
You need something to up a new door
To show you something you seen
But overlooked a times or more
You need something to open eyes
You need something to make it
That it's you and no one else owns
That spot yer standing, that space that you're sitting
That the world got you beat
That it got you licked
It can't get you crazy no how many
you might get kicked
You something special all right
You need something to give you hope
But hope's a word
That maybe you said or you heard
On some windy corner 'round a curve

But that's what you need man, and you it bad
And yer trouble is you it too good
"Cause you look an' you start getting the

"Cause you can't find it on a dollar
And it ain't on window sill
And it ain't on no kid's road map
And it in no fat kid's fraternity house
And it ain't made in no Hollywood germ
And it ain't on that stage
With that comedian on it
Ranting and raving and yer money
And you thinks it's
No you can't it in no night club or no yacht club
And it in the seats of a supper club
And sure as hell you're to tell
That no matter how you rub
You just ain't a-gonna find it on yer stub
No, and it ain't in the people're tellin' you
And it ain't in the people are sellin' you
And it ain't in no cardboard-box
Or down any star's blouse
And you can't find it on the golf
And Remus can't tell you and neither can Santa Claus
And it ain't in the puff hair-do or cotton candy clothes
And it ain't in the dime store dummies or bubblegum
And it ain't in the noises of the chocolate cake voices
That come knockin' and tappin' in Christmas
Sayin' I pretty and ain't I cute and look at my skin
Look at my skin shine, look at my glow
at my skin laugh, look at my skin cry
When you can't even if they got any insides
These so pretty in their ribbons and bows
No not now or no other day
Find it on the doorsteps made out-a mache?
And inside it the people made of
every other day buy a new pair of sunglasses
And it ain't in the generals and flipped-out phonies
turn yuh in for a tenth of a penny
Who breathe and burp and bend and
And before you can from one to ten
Do it all over again but time behind yer back
My
The ones that wheel and deal and whirl and
And play games with each other in their world
And you can't find it either in the no-talent
That run around
And make all for the ones that got talent
And it ain't in the ones that ain't got any talent but they do
And they're foolin' you
The who jump on the wagon
Just for a while 'cause they it's in style
To get their kicks, get out of it
And make all of rnoney and chicks
And you to yourself and you throw down yer hat
Sayin', "Christ do I gotta be like
Ain't there no one here that knows I'm at
Ain't there no one that knows how I feel
Good God
THAT STUFF REAL"

No but that ain't yer game, it even yer race
You hear yer name, you can't see yer face
You gotta look some place
And where do you look for hope that yer seekin'
Where do you look for this lamp that's
do you look for this oil well gushin'
Where do you look for this that's glowin'
Where do you look for this hope that you is there
And out there
And your feet can only walk down two of roads
Your eyes can only look through two of windows
nose can only smell two kinds of hallways
You can and twist
And turn two kinds of
You can either go to the church of your
Or you can go to Brooklyn State
You'll find God in the of your choice
You'll find Guthrie in Brooklyn State Hospital

And though it's only my
I may be right or
You'll find both
In the Canyon
At