Luyện nghe bài hát Last Thoughts on Woody Gutherie

When yer head gets twisted and yer grows numb
When you you're too old, too young, too smart or too dumb
When yer laggin' behind an' yer pace
In a slow-motion crawl of life's race
No matter yer doing if you start givin' up
If the don't come to the top of yer cup
If the wind's got you sideways with with one hand on
And the other starts slipping and the is gone
And yer train fire needs a new spark to catch it
And the easy findin' but yer lazy to fetch it
And yer sidewalk starts curlin' and the street too long
And you start backwards though you know its wrong
And lonesome up as down goes the day
And tomorrow's seems so far away
And you the reins from yer pony are slippin'
And yer rope is 'cause yer hands are a-drippin'
And yer sun-decked desert and evergreen
to broken down slums and trash-can alleys
And yer sky cries water and yer drain a-pourin'
And the lightnin's and the thunder's a-crashin'
And the windows are and breakin' and the roof tops a-shakin'
And yer whole world's and bangin'
And yer minutes of sun turn to of storm
And to you sometimes say
"I never knew it was gonna be way
Why didn't tell me the day I was born"
And you start chills and yer jumping from sweat
And you're lookin' for somethin' you quite found yet
And yer in the dark water with yer hands in the air
And the whole a-watchin' with a window peek stare
And yer gal leaves and she's long gone a-flying
And yer heart feels sick like when they're fryin'
And yer falls from yer hand to yer feet
And you need it but it lays on the street
And yer bangin' loudly but you can't hear its beat
And you think yer might a been hurt
Or yer eyes've turned from the sight-blindin' dirt
And you you failed in yesterdays rush
When you faked out an' fooled white facing a four flush
And all the time you were holdin' three
And it's makin you mad, it's makin' you
Like in the middle of Life
Bouncin' a pinball machine
And there's something on yer mind you be saying
That somebody oughta be hearin'
But it's trapped on yer tongue and sealed in yer
And it you badly when your 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 eyes get from the tears in yer head
And yer pillows of feathers to blankets of lead
And the mouth opens and yer staring at his teeth
And his start closin with you underneath
And yer flat on your belly with yer tied behind
And you wish you'd never taken last detour sign
And you say to just what am I doin'
On this road I'm walkin', on this I'm turnin'
On this curve I'm
On this pathway I'm strolling, in the I'm taking
In air I'm inhaling
Am I mixed up too much, am I up too hard
Why am I walking, am I running
am I saying, what am I knowing
On this guitar I'm playing, on this banjo I'm
On this I'm strummin', in the song I'm singin'
In the tune I'm hummin', in the words I'm
In the words that I'm
In ocean of hours I'm all the time drinkin'
Who am I helping, what am I
am I giving, what am I taking
But you try with your whole best
Never to think thoughts and never to let
Them kind of thoughts gain
Or make yer pound
But then again you why they're around
Just waiting for a chance to slip and drop
"Cause sometimes you hear'em when the night times creeping
And you that they might catch you a-sleeping
And you jump from yer bed, from yer last chapter of
And you can't for the best of yer thinking
If that was you in the that was screaming
And you know it's something special you're needin'
And you that there's no drug that'll do for the healin'
And no liquor in the land to stop yer from bleeding
And you need something
Yeah, you something special all right
You need a fast flyin' train on a track
To shoot you someplace and you back
You need a wind on a stream engine howler
been banging and booming and blowing forever
That knows yer troubles a times over
You need a bus that don't bar no race
That laugh at yer looks
Your voice or your
And by any number of in the book
be rollin' long after the bubblegum craze
You need something to up a new door
To show you you seen before
But overlooked a times or more
You something to open your eyes
You need to make it known
That it's you and no one that owns
spot that yer standing, that space that you're sitting
That the world ain't got you
That it got you licked
It get you crazy no matter how many
Times you get kicked
You need something all right
You need something special to 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 man, and you need it bad
And yer trouble is you know it too
"Cause you look an' you start getting the

"Cause you can't find it on a dollar
And it ain't on Macy's window
And it ain't on no kid's road map
And it ain't in no fat fraternity house
And it ain't made in no wheat germ
And it ain't on that stage
With that comedian on it
Ranting and and taking yer money
And you it's funny
No you can't find it in no night or no yacht club
And it in the seats of a supper club
And sure as hell you're to tell
no matter how hard you rub
You just ain't a-gonna find it on yer stub
No, and it ain't in the rumors tellin' you
And it ain't in the people are sellin' you
And it in no cardboard-box house
Or down any movie blouse
And you can't find it on the golf
And Uncle Remus can't you and neither can Santa Claus
And it ain't in the cream puff or cotton candy clothes
And it ain't in the dime store or bubblegum goons
And it in the marshmallow noises of the chocolate cake voices
That come knockin' and tappin' in wrappin'
ain't I pretty and ain't I cute and look at my skin
Look at my skin shine, look at my skin
Look at my skin laugh, look at my cry
When you can't sense if they got any insides
These people so in their ribbons and bows
No you'll not now or no day
it on the doorsteps made out-a paper mache?
And inside it the people made of
That every day buy a new pair of sunglasses
And it ain't in the fifty-star generals and phonies
Who'd turn yuh in for a of a penny
Who breathe and burp and and crack
And you can count from one to ten
Do it all over again but time behind yer back
My
The ones wheel and deal and whirl and twirl
And games with each other in their sand-box world
And you can't find it in the no-talent fools
That run around
And all rules for the ones that got talent
And it ain't in the ones ain't got any talent but think they do
And think they're you
The ones who jump on the
for a while 'cause they know it's in style
To get their kicks, get out of it
And make all of rnoney and chicks
And you yell to yourself and you throw yer hat
Sayin', "Christ do I be like that
Ain't there no one here knows where I'm at
Ain't there no one that knows how I feel
Good God
THAT AIN'T REAL"

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

And though only my opinion
I may be right or
You'll find them
In the Grand
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