Luyện nghe bài hát Last Thoughts on Woody Gutherie

When yer head gets twisted and yer mind numb
When you think you're too old, too young, too smart or too
When yer laggin' an' losin' yer pace
In a slow-motion crawl of busy race
No matter what yer if you start givin' up
If the wine come to the top of yer cup
If the wind's got you sideways with with one holdin' on
And the starts slipping and the feeling is gone
And yer train engine fire needs a new spark to it
And the wood's easy findin' but yer to fetch it
And yer sidewalk starts and the street gets too long
And you start walkin' backwards you know its wrong
And lonesome comes up as down the day
And tomorrow's mornin' so far away
And you feel the from yer pony are slippin'
And yer rope is a-slidin' 'cause yer hands are
And yer sun-decked desert and valleys
Turn to down slums and trash-can alleys
And yer sky cries water and yer drain pipe's
And the lightnin's a-flashing and the a-crashin'
And the windows are rattlin' and breakin' and the tops a-shakin'
And yer whole world's and bangin'
And yer minutes of sun to hours of storm
And to yourself you say
"I never knew it was be this way
Why they tell me the day I was born"
And you start gettin' chills and yer jumping sweat
And you're lookin' for somethin' you ain't quite 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 gone a-flying
And yer heart feels sick fish when they're fryin'
And yer jackhammer falls from yer hand to yer
And you need it badly but it on the street
And yer bell's bangin' loudly but you can't its beat
And you yer ears might a been hurt
Or yer eyes've turned filthy the sight-blindin' dirt
And you figured you failed in rush
When you were faked out an' fooled facing a four flush
And all the you were holdin' three queens
And it's you mad, it's makin' you mean
Like in the middle of Life
Bouncin' a pinball machine
And there's something on yer mind you wanna be
That somebody oughta be hearin'
But it's trapped on yer tongue and in yer head
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 you just might forget it
And yer eyes get 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 closin with you underneath
And yer flat on your belly with yer tied behind
And you wish you'd never taken that last detour
And you say to yourself just am I doin'
On this road I'm walkin', on this trail I'm
On this 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 up too hard
Why am I walking, where am I
What am I saying, what am I
On this I'm playing, on this banjo I'm frailin'
On this mandolin I'm strummin', in the I'm singin'
In the I'm hummin', in the words I'm writin'
In the words I'm thinkin'
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 whole soul best
Never to think thoughts and never to let
Them kind of thoughts ground
Or yer heart pound
But then again you why they're around
Just waiting for a chance to slip and drop
"Cause sometimes you when the night times comes creeping
And you fear that they might catch you
And you jump from yer bed, from yer chapter of dreamin'
And you can't for the best of yer thinking
If that was you in the dream was screaming
And you know that it's something special you're
And you know that there's no drug do for the healin'
And no liquor in the land to stop yer from bleeding
And you something special
Yeah, you need something all right
You need a fast flyin' train on a tornado
To you someplace and shoot you back
You need a cyclone wind on a stream engine
That's been banging and and blowing forever
That knows yer a hundred times over
You need a Greyhound bus don't bar no race
That laugh at yer looks
Your voice or your
And by any of bets in the book
Will be rollin' after the bubblegum craze
You something to open up a new door
To show you something you before
But a hundred times or more
You need something to open eyes
You need something to it known
That it's you and no one else owns
That spot that yer standing, space that you're sitting
That the world got you beat
That it got you licked
It can't get you no matter how many
Times you get kicked
You something special all right
You need something to give you hope
But hope's just a
That maybe you said or maybe you
On some windy 'round a wide-angled curve

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

"Cause you can't find it on a bill
And it ain't on Macy's sill
And it on no rich kid's road map
And it ain't in no fat kid's fraternity
And it ain't made in no wheat germ
And it ain't on dimlit stage
that half-wit comedian on it
Ranting and raving and yer money
And you thinks funny
No you find it in no night club or no yacht club
And it in the seats 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 rumors tellin' you
And it ain't in the pimple-lotion are sellin' you
And it ain't in no cardboard-box
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 dummies or bubblegum goons
And it ain't in the noises of the chocolate cake voices
That come knockin' and tappin' in wrappin'
Sayin' ain't I pretty and I cute and look at my skin
Look at my skin shine, look at my glow
Look at my skin laugh, look at my cry
When you can't even sense if they got any
These people so pretty in their ribbons and
No you'll not now or no day
it on the doorsteps made out-a paper mache?
And it the people made of molasses
That every other day buy a new of sunglasses
And it in the fifty-star generals and flipped-out phonies
Who'd turn yuh in for a of a penny
Who breathe and burp and and crack
And before you can count one to ten
Do it all over but this time behind yer back
My
The ones that wheel and deal and whirl and
And play games with each other in sand-box world
And you can't find it either in the fools
That run around
And all rules for the ones that got talent
And it ain't in the ones that ain't got any but think they do
And think they're you
The ones who jump on the
Just for a while 'cause they know it's in
To get kicks, get out of it quick
And make all of rnoney and chicks
And you yell to yourself and you down yer hat
Sayin', "Christ do I gotta be that
Ain't there no one here knows where I'm at
Ain't there no one here that how I feel
God Almighty
THAT AIN'T REAL"

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

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