Luyện nghe bài hát Last Thoughts on Woody Gutherie

When yer gets 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 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 one hand 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 findin' but yer lazy to fetch it
And yer sidewalk starts curlin' and the street gets too
And you start walkin' backwards though you know its
And lonesome up as down goes the day
And tomorrow's mornin' seems so far
And you feel the reins from yer 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 alleys
And yer sky cries water and yer pipe's a-pourin'
And the a-flashing and the thunder's a-crashin'
And the windows are rattlin' and breakin' and the roof tops
And yer whole a-slammin' and bangin'
And yer of sun turn to hours of storm
And to you sometimes say
"I knew it was gonna be this way
Why didn't tell me the day I was born"
And you gettin' chills and yer jumping from sweat
And you're for somethin' you ain't quite found yet
And yer knee-deep in the water with yer hands in the air
And the whole world's with a window peek stare
And yer gal leaves and she's long gone a-flying
And yer heart feels sick like fish they're fryin'
And yer jackhammer falls from yer hand to yer
And you need it but it lays on the street
And yer bell's bangin' loudly but you can't its beat
And you think yer might a been hurt
Or yer eyes've turned filthy the sight-blindin' dirt
And you figured you in yesterdays rush
When you were faked out an' fooled white facing a flush
And all the time you were three queens
And it's makin you mad, it's you mean
Like in the middle of Life
around a pinball machine
And there's something on yer mind you wanna be
That somebody someplace be hearin'
But it's trapped on yer tongue and sealed in yer
And it you badly when your layin' in bed
And no how you try you just can't say it
And yer scared to yer soul you just forget it
And yer eyes get swimmy 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 jaws start with you underneath
And yer flat on your belly with yer tied behind
And you wish you'd never taken that 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 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 mandolin I'm strummin', in the song I'm singin'
In the I'm hummin', in the words I'm writin'
In the that I'm thinkin'
In ocean of hours I'm all the time drinkin'
Who am I helping, am I breaking
What am I giving, am I taking
But you try with whole soul best
Never to these thoughts and never to let
Them of thoughts gain ground
Or make yer pound
But then you know why they're around
Just for a chance 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 from yer bed, from yer last chapter of dreamin'
And you can't remember for the best of yer
If that was you in the dream that was
And you know that it's something special you're
And you know that there's no drug that'll do for the
And no in the land to stop yer brain from bleeding
And you something special
Yeah, you something special all right
You need a fast flyin' on a tornado track
To shoot you someplace and you back
You need a cyclone wind on a engine howler
That's been banging and booming and blowing
That knows yer troubles a hundred times
You need a Greyhound bus don't bar no race
won't laugh at yer looks
Your voice or face
And by any number of in the book
be rollin' long after the bubblegum craze
You need something to up a new door
To you something you seen before
But overlooked a hundred 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 that yer standing, space that you're sitting
That the world got you beat
That it got you licked
It can't get you crazy no matter how
Times you might get
You need something special all
You need something special to give you
But just a word
That maybe you said or you heard
On some windy corner 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 look an' you getting the chills

"Cause you can't find it on a dollar
And it ain't on Macy's window
And it ain't on no rich kid's map
And it ain't in no fat kid's house
And it ain't made in no wheat germ
And it ain't on that stage
that half-wit comedian on it
Ranting and and taking yer money
And you thinks it's
No you find it in no night club or no yacht club
And it ain't in the seats of a supper
And sure as you're bound to tell
That no matter how you rub
You just ain't a-gonna find it on yer ticket
No, and it in the rumors people're tellin' you
And it ain't in the pimple-lotion are sellin' you
And it ain't in no house
Or down any movie blouse
And you can't find it on the course
And Uncle Remus can't you and neither can Santa Claus
And it in the cream puff hair-do or cotton candy clothes
And it in the dime store dummies or bubblegum goons
And it in the marshmallow noises of the chocolate cake voices
That knockin' and tappin' in Christmas wrappin'
ain't I pretty and ain't I cute and look at my skin
Look at my skin shine, at my skin glow
Look at my skin laugh, look at my cry
When you can't even sense if they got any
These so pretty in their ribbons and bows
No not now or no other day
Find it on the doorsteps out-a paper mache?
And inside it the people made of
That every other day buy a new of sunglasses
And it ain't in the generals and flipped-out phonies
Who'd yuh in for a tenth of a penny
Who breathe and burp and and crack
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 and twirl
And play games with each other in their world
And you find it either in the no-talent fools
That run gallant
And make all for the ones that got talent
And it ain't in the ones ain't got any talent but think they do
And think foolin' you
The who jump on the wagon
Just for a while 'cause they know it's in
To get kicks, get out of it quick
And all kinds of rnoney and chicks
And you to yourself and you throw down yer hat
Sayin', "Christ do I gotta be that
there no one here that knows where I'm at
Ain't there no one here that knows how I
God Almighty
THAT AIN'T REAL"

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

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