Luyện nghe bài hát Last Thoughts on Woody Guthrie

When yer head gets twisted and yer mind numb
When you 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 wine come to the top of yer cup

If the got you sideways with one hand holdin' on
And the starts slipping and the feeling is gone
And yer train engine fire a new spark to catch it
And the wood's findin' but yer lazy to fetch it
And yer sidewalk curlin' and the street gets too long
And you start walkin' backwards though you its wrong
And lonesome up as down goes the day
And tomorrow's mornin' seems so far

And you feel the reins from yer pony are
And yer rope is a-slidin' 'cause yer hands are
And yer desert and evergreen valleys
Turn to down slums and trash-can alleys
And yer sky cries water and yer drain a-pourin'
And the lightnin's a-flashing and the thunder's
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 you sometimes say
"I never knew it was be this way
Why they tell 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 with yer hands in the air
And the whole world's a-watchin' with a window peek
And yer good gal and she's long 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 lays on the
And yer bell's bangin' but you can't hear it's beat
And you think yer ears might a been
Or yer turned filthy from the sight-blindin' dirt
And you figured you failed in rush
When you were faked out an' fooled white facing a four

And all the you were holdin' three queens
And makin you mad, it's makin' you mean
Like in the middle of magazine
Bouncin' around a machine

And there's on yer mind you wanna be saying
somebody someplace oughta be hearin'
But it's trapped on yer tongue and sealed in yer
And it bothers you badly your layin' in bed
And no matter how you try you just say it
And yer scared to yer you just might forget it
And yer get swimmy from the tears in yer head
And yer pillows of feathers turn to blankets of

And the lion's mouth opens and yer at his teeth
And his jaws start closin you underneath
And yer flat on your belly with yer hands behind
And you wish you'd taken that last detour sign
And you say to yourself, "Just what am I
On this road I'm walkin', on this trail I'm
On this I'm hanging
On this I'm strolling, in the space 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?
What am I saying, 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 I'm hummin', in the words I'm thinkin'
In the words that I'm

In this ocean of hours I'm all the time
Who am I helping, am I breaking?
am I giving, what am I taking?
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 again you know why they're around
waiting for a chance to slip and drop down

"Cause sometimes you hear'em when the night times creeping
And you fear they might catch you a-sleeping
And you jump 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 that 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 stop yer brain bleeding

You something special, you need something special, all right
You need a flyin' train on a tornado track
To shoot you someplace and shoot you
You a cyclone wind on a stream engine howler
That's been banging and booming and blowing
That knows yer troubles a times over

You need a bus that don't bar no race
That won't laugh at yer looks, voice or your face
And by any number of bets in the
Will be rollin' long the bubblegum craze
You need something to up a new door
To show you you seen before
But overlooked a hundred or more
You need to open your eyes

You need something to it known
That it's you and no one that owns
That spot that yer
That space that sitting
That the world got you beat
it ain't got you licked
It can't get you crazy no matter how
you might get kicked

You need special all right
You need something special to you hope
But hope's just a word maybe you said or maybe you heard
On windy corner 'round a wide-angled curve
But that's what you 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 ain't on Macy's window
And it ain't on no kid's road map
And it ain't in no fat kid's house
And it ain't made in no Hollywood wheat
And it ain't on that stage
With half-wit comedian on it
and raving and taking yer money
And you thinks funny

No you can't find it in no 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 hard you rub
You just 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 people are sellin' you
And it in no cardboard-box house
Or down any movie blouse

And you can't find it on the course
And Uncle Remus can't tell you and neither can Claus
And it ain't in the cream hair-do or cotton candy clothes
And it ain't in the dime store dummies or bubblegum
And it ain't in the noises of the chocolate cake voices
That come knockin' and in Christmas wrappin'

Sayin' "Ain't I pretty and I cute?
Look at my
Look at my skin shine, at my skin glow
Look at my skin laugh, at my skin cry"
When you can't even sense if got any insides
These people so pretty in their ribbons and
No you'll not now or no day
Find it on the made out-a paper mache?
And inside it the 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 tenth of a
Who breathe and and bend and crack
And before you can count one to ten
Do it all over again but time behind yer back, my friend
The ones that and deal and whirl and twirl
And play with each other in their sand-box world

And you can't find it either in the fools
That run around gallant and make all rules for the that got talent
And it ain't in the that ain't got any talent but think they do
And think foolin' you
The ones who jump on the
for a while 'cause they know it's in style
To get kicks, get out of it quick
And all kinds of rnoney and chicks

And you yell to and you throw down yer hat
Sayin', "Christ do I be like that!
Ain't there no one here that where I'm at?
Ain't there no one here that how I feel?
Good God Almighty 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 gotta some other place
And where do you look for this hope yer seekin'?
Where do you look for this lamp a-burnin'?
Where do you look for this oil gushin'?
Where do you look for candle that's glowin'?
do you look 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 kinds of
Your nose can only two kinds of hallways
You can touch and and turn two kinds of doorknobs
You can either go to the of your choice
Or you can go to State Hospital
You'll find God in the church of your
You'll find Woody in Brooklyn State Hospital

And though it's my opinion
I may be or wrong
You'll find both
In the Canyon at sundown