Luyện nghe bài hát Last Thoughts on Woody Guthrie

When yer head gets and yer mind grows numb
When you think you're too old, too young, too or too dumb
When yer laggin' behind an' yer pace
In a slow-motion of life's busy race
No what yer doing if you start givin' up
If the don't come 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 spark to it
And the wood's easy findin' but yer to fetch it
And yer sidewalk starts curlin' and the street too long
And you start walkin' backwards 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 desert and evergreen valleys
Turn to broken down and trash-can alleys
And yer sky cries and yer drain pipe's a-pourin'
And the a-flashing and the thunder's a-crashin'
And the windows are and breakin' and the roof tops a-shakin'
And yer whole world's a-slammin' and

And yer minutes of sun to hours of storm
And to yourself you say
"I never knew it was gonna be way
Why didn't tell me the day I was born?"

And you gettin' chills and yer jumping 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 with a window peek stare
And yer good gal and she's long gone a-flying
And yer heart feels sick fish when they're fryin'

And yer falls from yer hand to yer feet
And you need it badly but it lays on the
And yer bangin' loudly but you can't hear it's beat
And you think yer might a been hurt
Or yer eyes've turned 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 you mean
Like in the of Life magazine
Bouncin' around a machine

And there's on yer mind you wanna be saying
That somebody oughta be hearin'
But it's trapped on yer tongue and in yer head
And it bothers you badly your layin' in bed
And no how you try you just can't say it
And yer scared to yer soul you just might it
And yer eyes get swimmy from the tears in yer
And yer of feathers turn to blankets of lead

And the lion's mouth opens and yer at his teeth
And his jaws start closin with you
And yer flat on your belly with yer tied behind
And you wish you'd taken that last detour sign
And you say to yourself, "Just am I doin'
On this road I'm walkin', on this I'm turnin'
On curve I'm hanging
On this pathway I'm strolling, in the I'm taking
In air I'm inhaling?

Am I mixed up too much, am I up too hard?
Why am I walking, where am I
What am I saying, what am I
On this guitar I'm playing, on this I'm frailin'
On this 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, what am I
What am I giving, what am I
But you try with your whole best
Never to think these thoughts and to let
kind of thoughts gain ground
Or make yer pound
But then again you know why around
Just waiting for a chance to and drop down

"Cause sometimes you hear'em the night times comes creeping
And you fear that they might you a-sleeping
And you jump yer bed, from yer last chapter of dreamin'
And you can't for the best of yer thinking
If that was you in the that was screaming
And you know it's something 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

You need something special, you need special, all right
You need a fast flyin' train on a track
To shoot you someplace and you back
You need a cyclone wind on a stream 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 laugh at yer looks, your voice or face
And by any of bets in the book
be rollin' long after the bubblegum craze
You something to open up a new door
To show you something you before
But overlooked a times or more
You need something to open eyes

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

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

And it on Macy's window sill
And it ain't on no rich kid's map
And it ain't in no fat kid's house
And it made 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 thinks funny

No you can't find it in no night club or no club
And it ain't in the seats of a club
And sure as you're bound to tell 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 in the pimple-lotion people are sellin' you
And it in no cardboard-box house
Or down any movie blouse

And you find it on the golf course
And Uncle Remus can't you and neither can Santa Claus
And it ain't in the cream puff or cotton candy clothes
And it ain't in the dime store or bubblegum goons
And it in the marshmallow noises of the chocolate cake voices
That knockin' and tappin' in Christmas wrappin'

Sayin' "Ain't I pretty and ain't I
Look at my
at my skin shine, look 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 doorsteps made paper mache?
And inside it the people made of
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 before you can count one to ten
Do it all again but this time behind yer back, my friend
The ones that wheel and and whirl and twirl
And play games with each other in their world

And you can't find it either in the no-talent
That run around gallant and make all rules for the ones 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 make all kinds of rnoney and

And you to yourself and you throw down yer hat
Sayin', "Christ do I be like that!
Ain't there no one here that knows I'm at?
there no one here that knows how I feel?
Good God Almighty that stuff real!

No but that ain't yer game, it ain't even yer
You can't hear yer name, you can't see yer
You gotta some other place
And where do you for this hope that yer seekin'?
Where do you look for lamp that's a-burnin'?
Where do you look for oil well gushin'?
Where do you for this 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 of windows
Your can only smell 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
find Woody Guthrie in Brooklyn State Hospital

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