Luyện nghe bài hát Last Thoughts on Woody Guthrie

When yer head twisted and yer mind grows numb
When you think you're too old, too young, too smart or too
When yer laggin' behind an' yer pace
In a slow-motion of life's busy 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 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 easy findin' but yer to fetch it
And yer sidewalk starts and the street gets too long
And you start walkin' backwards though you know its
And comes up as down goes the day
And tomorrow's mornin' so far away

And you feel the reins from yer pony are
And yer rope is a-slidin' yer hands are a-drippin'
And yer sun-decked desert and evergreen
Turn to broken slums and trash-can alleys
And yer sky cries and yer drain pipe's a-pourin'
And the lightnin's a-flashing and the thunder's
And the windows are and breakin' and the roof tops a-shakin'
And yer world's a-slammin' and bangin'

And yer minutes of sun to hours of storm
And to yourself you say
"I never it was gonna be this way
Why they tell me the day I was born?"

And you start gettin' chills and yer jumping sweat
And you're 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 leaves and she's long a-flying
And yer feels sick like 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' but you can't hear it's beat
And you think yer might a been hurt
Or yer eyes've filthy from the sight-blindin' dirt
And you figured you failed in rush
When you were faked out an' white facing a four flush

And all the time you were three queens
And it's makin you mad, it's makin' you
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 you badly when your layin' in bed
And no how you try you just can't say it
And yer to yer soul you just might forget it
And yer eyes get 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 closin with you underneath
And yer flat on your belly with yer hands tied
And you you'd never taken that last detour sign
And you say to yourself, "Just what am I
On this road I'm walkin', on trail I'm turnin'
On this I'm hanging
On pathway 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, what am I
On this guitar I'm playing, on this I'm frailin'
On this mandolin I'm strummin', in the I'm singin'
In the I'm hummin', in the words I'm thinkin'
In the words I'm writing

In this of hours I'm all the time drinkin'
Who am I helping, am I breaking?
What am I giving, what am I
But you try with whole soul best
Never to these thoughts and never to let
Them kind of gain ground
Or make yer heart
But then again you know why they're
Just waiting for a chance to slip and down

"Cause sometimes you when the night times comes creeping
And you fear that they catch you a-sleeping
And you from yer bed, from yer last chapter of dreamin'
And you can't remember for the of yer thinking
If that was you in the that was screaming
And you know that it's something special needin'
And you know that there's no drug do for the healin'
And no liquor in the land to yer brain from bleeding

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

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

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

You need something special all
You need special to give you hope
But hope's just a word maybe you said or maybe you heard
On some windy '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 an' you start getting the chills
"Cause you can't it on a dollar bill

And it ain't on window sill
And it ain't on no kid's road map
And it ain't in no fat kid's house
And it made in no Hollywood wheat germ
And it ain't on that dimlit
With that half-wit on it
Ranting and raving and yer money
And you thinks funny

No you can't find it in no club or no yacht club
And it ain't in the of a supper club
And sure as you're bound to tell that no matter how hard 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 house
Or down any movie star's

And you can't find it on the golf
And Uncle can't tell you and neither can Santa 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 marshmallow of the chocolate cake voices
That come knockin' and tappin' in Christmas

Sayin' "Ain't I and ain't I cute?
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 people so pretty in ribbons and bows
No not now or no other day
Find it on the doorsteps made out-a mache?
And inside it the people made of
That every other day buy a new of sunglasses

And it ain't in the fifty-star and flipped-out phonies
turn yuh in for a tenth of a penny
Who breathe and and bend and crack
And before you can from one to ten
Do it all over again but time behind yer back, my friend
The ones that wheel and and whirl and twirl
And play games with each other in their sand-box

And you can't find it in the no-talent fools
That run around gallant and make all rules for the that got talent
And it ain't in the ones ain't got any talent but think they do
And they're foolin' 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 and you throw down yer hat
Sayin', "Christ do I be like that!
there no one here that knows where I'm at?
Ain't there no one here knows how I feel?
Good God Almighty stuff 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 look some other
And where do you look for hope that yer seekin'?
Where do you look for lamp that's a-burnin'?
Where do you look for this oil well
Where do you for this candle that's glowin'?
Where do you look for this hope that you know is
And out somewhere
And your feet can only walk down two of roads?

eyes can only look through two kinds of windows
Your nose can only two kinds of hallways
You can touch and twist 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 church of your
You'll find Guthrie in Brooklyn State Hospital

And it's only my opinion
I may be right or
You'll them both
In the Grand Canyon at