Luyện nghe bài hát Last Thoughts on Woody Gutherie

When yer head twisted and yer mind grows numb
you think you're too old, too young, too smart or too dumb
When yer laggin' an' losin' yer pace
In a slow-motion crawl of life's race
No matter what yer if you start givin' up
If the don't come 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 fire needs a new spark to catch it
And the wood's easy findin' but yer to fetch it
And yer starts curlin' and the street gets too long
And you start walkin' 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 a-slidin' 'cause yer are a-drippin'
And yer sun-decked desert and valleys
Turn to broken down slums and trash-can
And yer sky cries water and yer drain pipe's
And the lightnin's and the thunder's a-crashin'
And the windows are rattlin' and breakin' and the roof tops
And yer whole world's a-slammin' and
And yer minutes of sun turn to hours of
And to yourself you say
"I never knew it was be this way
Why didn't tell me the day I was born"
And you start gettin' chills and yer jumping from
And you're for somethin' you ain't quite found yet
And yer knee-deep in the dark water yer hands in the air
And the world's a-watchin' with a window peek stare
And yer good gal leaves and she's gone a-flying
And yer heart feels like fish 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 yer ears might a been hurt
Or yer turned filthy from the sight-blindin' dirt
And you figured you failed in yesterdays
When you were faked out an' fooled facing a four flush
And all the time you were holdin' three
And it's you mad, it's makin' you mean
in the middle of Life magazine
Bouncin' around a pinball
And something on yer mind you wanna be saying
somebody someplace oughta be hearin'
But it's trapped on yer and sealed in yer head
And it bothers you badly when layin' in bed
And no matter how you try you just say it
And yer to yer soul you just might forget it
And yer eyes get swimmy the tears in yer head
And yer pillows of feathers to blankets of lead
And the lion's mouth opens and yer staring at his
And his jaws start with you underneath
And yer flat on your belly with yer hands behind
And you wish you'd never taken that last sign
And you say to just what am I doin'
On this I'm walkin', on this trail I'm turnin'
On this curve I'm
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, 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 tune I'm hummin', in the I'm writin'
In the words that I'm
In ocean of hours I'm all the time drinkin'
Who am I helping, what am I
What am I giving, what am I
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 to slip and drop down
"Cause sometimes you hear'em when the night times comes
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 special you're needin'
And you know that there's no drug do for the healin'
And no liquor in the land to stop yer brain bleeding
And you something special
Yeah, you need something 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 banging and booming and blowing forever
That knows yer troubles a hundred times
You need a bus that don't bar no race
That won't at yer looks
Your 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
it's you and no one else that owns
That spot that yer standing, space that you're sitting
That the world ain't got you
it ain't got you licked
It can't get you crazy no how many
Times you get kicked
You something special all right
You something special to give you hope
But just a word
That maybe you said or you heard
On some windy corner 'round a curve

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

"Cause you can't it on a dollar bill
And it ain't on Macy's sill
And it ain't on no rich road map
And it ain't in no fat kid's house
And it ain't in no Hollywood wheat germ
And it on that dimlit stage
that half-wit comedian on it
Ranting and raving and taking yer
And you it's funny
No you can't find it in no night club or no club
And it ain't in the of a supper club
And sure as hell you're to tell
no matter how hard you rub
You ain't a-gonna find it on yer ticket stub
No, and it in the rumors people're tellin' you
And it ain't in the pimple-lotion are sellin' you
And it in no cardboard-box house
Or any movie star's blouse
And you can't find it on the golf
And Uncle Remus can't tell you and neither can Claus
And it ain't in the cream puff or cotton candy clothes
And it in the dime store dummies or bubblegum goons
And it ain't in the marshmallow noises of the cake voices
come knockin' and tappin' in Christmas wrappin'
Sayin' ain't I pretty and ain't I cute and at my skin
Look at my skin shine, look at my glow
Look at my skin laugh, look at my cry
When you even sense if they got any insides
people 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 of molasses
That every other day buy a new of sunglasses
And it in the fifty-star generals and flipped-out phonies
turn yuh in for a tenth of a penny
Who breathe and burp and bend and
And you can count from one to ten
Do it all over again but this time behind yer
My
The that wheel and deal and whirl and twirl
And play games with each other in their sand-box
And you can't find it either in the no-talent
run around gallant
And make all rules for the that got talent
And it ain't in the ones that ain't got any talent but think do
And think they're you
The ones who on the wagon
for a while 'cause they know it's in style
To get their kicks, get out of it
And all kinds 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 that knows where I'm at
Ain't there no one that knows how I feel
God Almighty
THAT AIN'T REAL"

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

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