Luyện nghe bài hát Last Thoughts on Woody Guthrie

When yer head twisted and yer mind grows numb
When you think too old, too young, too smart or too dumb
yer laggin' behind an' losin' yer pace
In a crawl of life's busy race
No matter what yer doing if you givin' up
If the wine don't to the top of yer cup

If the wind's got you sideways one hand holdin' on
And the other starts slipping and the is gone
And yer train engine fire needs a new to catch it
And the easy findin' but yer lazy to fetch it
And yer sidewalk starts curlin' and the gets too long
And you start walkin' backwards though you its wrong
And comes 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 are a-drippin'
And yer sun-decked desert and valleys
to broken down slums and trash-can alleys
And yer sky cries and yer drain pipe's a-pourin'
And the lightnin's a-flashing and the a-crashin'
And the windows are rattlin' and and the roof tops a-shakin'
And yer whole a-slammin' and bangin'

And yer of sun turn to hours of storm
And to you sometimes 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 from 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 and she's long gone a-flying
And yer heart feels sick like fish they're fryin'

And yer jackhammer from yer hand to yer feet
And you it badly but it lays on the street
And yer bell's bangin' loudly but you can't hear it's
And you think yer might a been hurt
Or yer eyes've turned filthy the sight-blindin' dirt
And you figured you failed in yesterdays
When you were faked out an' fooled white a four flush

And all the time you were holdin' queens
And it's makin you mad, it's makin' you
Like in the middle of Life
Bouncin' around a pinball

And something 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 you badly when your layin' in bed
And no how you try you just can't say it
And yer scared to yer you just might forget it
And yer get swimmy 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 start closin with you
And yer flat on your belly with yer hands tied
And you wish you'd never taken that last detour
And you say to yourself, "Just what am I
On road I'm walkin', on this trail I'm turnin'
On curve 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 mixed up too
Why am I walking, am I running?
am I saying, what 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 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, am I taking?
But you try with your soul best
Never to think these and never to let
Them kind of thoughts ground
Or yer heart pound
But then again you why they're around
waiting for a chance to slip and drop down

"Cause sometimes you hear'em when the night comes creeping
And you fear they might catch you a-sleeping
And you jump from yer bed, from yer chapter of dreamin'
And you remember for the best of yer thinking
If was you in the dream that was screaming
And you know that something special you're needin'
And you that there's no drug that'll do for the healin'
And no liquor in the to stop yer brain from bleeding

You need something special, 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 and blowing forever
knows yer troubles a hundred times over

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

You something to make it known
That it's you and no one else owns
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 how many
you might get kicked

You need something special all
You need something to give you hope
But hope's just a word that maybe you said or maybe you
On some corner 'round a wide-angled curve
But what you need man, and you need it bad
And yer trouble is you it too good
"Cause you look an' you getting the chills
"Cause you can't find it on a bill

And it on Macy's window sill
And it on no rich kid's road map
And it ain't in no fat fraternity house
And it ain't made in no Hollywood wheat
And it ain't on that stage
With that comedian on it
Ranting and and taking yer money
And you thinks funny

No you find it in no night club or no yacht club
And it ain't in the of a supper club
And as hell you're bound to tell that no matter how hard you rub
You just ain't a-gonna find it on yer ticket
No, and it ain't in the people're tellin' you
And it in the pimple-lotion people are sellin' you
And it in no cardboard-box house
Or any movie star's blouse

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

Sayin' "Ain't I pretty and ain't I
at my skin
Look at my shine, look at my skin glow
Look at my skin laugh, at my skin cry"
When you even sense if they got any insides
These so pretty in their ribbons and bows
No you'll not now or no day
Find it on the doorsteps made out-a mache?
And inside it the made of molasses
every other day buy a new pair of sunglasses

And it ain't in the fifty-star generals and flipped-out
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 time behind yer back, my
The ones that wheel and deal and whirl and
And play with each other in their sand-box world

And you can't find it in the no-talent fools
That run around and make all rules for the ones that got talent
And it ain't in the ones ain't got any talent but think they do
And think they're you
The who jump on the wagon
Just for a 'cause they know it's in style
To get kicks, get out of it quick
And make all of rnoney and chicks

And you yell to yourself and you throw yer hat
Sayin', "Christ do I gotta be that!
Ain't there no one that knows where I'm at?
Ain't there no one that knows how I feel?
Good God Almighty 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 that yer seekin'?
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 that you know is there
And out somewhere
And your can only walk down two kinds of roads?

Your eyes can only through two kinds of windows
nose can only smell two kinds of hallways
You can touch and twist and turn two kinds of
You can either go to the of your choice
Or you can go to Brooklyn Hospital
You'll God in the church of your choice
You'll Woody Guthrie in Brooklyn State Hospital

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