Luyện nghe bài hát Last Thoughts on Woody Gutherie

When yer head gets twisted and yer grows numb
When you think too old, too young, too smart or too dumb
When yer laggin' behind an' yer pace
In a crawl of life's busy race
No matter what yer doing if you start up
If the wine don't to the top of yer cup
If the wind's got you with with one hand holdin' on
And the other slipping and the feeling is gone
And yer train engine needs a new spark to catch it
And the wood's easy findin' but yer lazy to it
And yer sidewalk starts curlin' and the gets too long
And you start walkin' backwards though you its wrong
And lonesome comes up as down the day
And mornin' seems so far away
And you the reins from yer pony are slippin'
And yer rope is a-slidin' 'cause yer are a-drippin'
And yer sun-decked desert and evergreen
Turn to broken slums and trash-can alleys
And yer sky water and yer drain pipe's a-pourin'
And the lightnin's a-flashing and the thunder's
And the windows are rattlin' and breakin' and the roof tops
And yer whole world's and bangin'
And yer minutes of sun turn to hours of
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 lookin' for somethin' you ain't quite found yet
And yer knee-deep in the dark water with yer in the air
And the whole a-watchin' with a window peek stare
And yer good gal leaves and she's long gone
And yer heart feels sick like fish when fryin'
And yer jackhammer from yer hand 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 think yer ears a been hurt
Or yer eyes've turned from the sight-blindin' dirt
And you figured you in yesterdays rush
When you were faked out an' fooled facing a four flush
And all the time you were three queens
And makin you mad, it's makin' you mean
Like in the of Life magazine
around a pinball machine
And there's on yer mind you wanna be saying
That somebody oughta be hearin'
But it's trapped on yer tongue and in yer head
And it bothers you badly when your in bed
And no matter how you try you can't say it
And yer to yer soul you just might forget it
And yer eyes get swimmy from the tears in yer
And yer of feathers turn to blankets of lead
And the lion's mouth opens and yer 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 taken that last detour sign
And you say to yourself what am I doin'
On road I'm walkin', on this trail I'm turnin'
On this I'm hanging
On this pathway I'm strolling, in the I'm taking
In air I'm inhaling
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 this guitar I'm playing, on this I'm frailin'
On this mandolin I'm strummin', in the song I'm
In the tune I'm hummin', in the words I'm
In the words that I'm
In this ocean of hours I'm all the drinkin'
Who am I helping, am I breaking
What am I giving, what am I
But you try with your whole best
Never to think these and never to let
Them kind of gain ground
Or yer heart pound
But then again you know why around
waiting for a chance to slip and drop down
"Cause sometimes you when the night times comes creeping
And you fear that they catch you a-sleeping
And you jump from yer bed, from yer last chapter of
And you remember for the best of yer thinking
If was you in the dream that was screaming
And you know it's something special you're needin'
And you know there's no drug that'll do for the healin'
And no liquor in the land to yer brain from bleeding
And you something special
Yeah, you need something special all
You need a fast train on a tornado 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 hundred over
You need a Greyhound bus that don't bar no
That laugh at yer looks
voice or your face
And by any number of bets in the
Will be rollin' long after the bubblegum
You need something to up a new door
To show you something you seen
But a hundred times or more
You need something to open your
You need something to it known
That you and no one else that owns
That spot that yer standing, that space that sitting
the world ain't got you beat
That it ain't got you
It can't get you crazy no matter how
Times you might get
You need special all right
You need something special to give you
But hope's just a
That you said or maybe you heard
On some windy corner 'round a wide-angled

But what you need man, and you need it bad
And yer is you know it too good
"Cause you look an' you start the chills

"Cause you can't it on a dollar bill
And it on Macy's window sill
And it on no rich kid's road map
And it ain't in no fat kid's fraternity
And it made in no Hollywood wheat germ
And it ain't on that dimlit
With that comedian on it
Ranting and and taking yer money
And you it's funny
No you can't find it in no club or no yacht club
And it ain't in the of a supper club
And sure as hell you're bound to
That no matter how you rub
You ain't a-gonna find it on yer ticket stub
No, and it ain't in the people're tellin' you
And it ain't in the pimple-lotion people are you
And it ain't in no cardboard-box
Or down any movie blouse
And you find it on the golf course
And Uncle Remus can't you and neither can Santa Claus
And it ain't in the cream hair-do or cotton candy clothes
And it ain't in the dime dummies or bubblegum goons
And it in the marshmallow noises of the chocolate cake voices
That come and tappin' in Christmas wrappin'
ain't I pretty and ain't I cute and look at my skin
Look at my shine, look at my skin glow
at my skin laugh, look at my skin cry
When you even sense if they got any insides
These people so pretty in their and bows
No you'll not now or no day
it on the doorsteps made out-a paper mache?
And inside it the people of molasses
That other 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 tenth of a
Who breathe and burp and bend and
And before you can from one to ten
Do it all over again but this 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 fools
That run gallant
And make all rules for the ones that got
And it in the ones that ain't got any talent but think they do
And think they're you
The ones who jump on the
Just for a while 'cause they it's in style
To get kicks, get out of it quick
And make all kinds of and chicks
And you yell to and you throw down yer hat
Sayin', "Christ do I be like that
Ain't no one here that 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 hear yer name, you can't see yer face
You gotta some other place
And where do you look for this hope yer seekin'
Where do you look for this lamp that's
do you look for this oil well gushin'
Where do you for this candle that's glowin'
Where do you for this hope that you know is there
And out somewhere
And your feet can only walk down two kinds of
Your eyes can only through two kinds of windows
nose can only smell two kinds of hallways
You can touch and
And turn two kinds of
You can go to the church of your choice
Or you can go to Brooklyn State
find God in the church of your choice
You'll Woody Guthrie in Brooklyn State Hospital

And it's only my opinion
I may be or wrong
You'll find them
In the Canyon
At