Luyện nghe bài hát Last Thoughts on Woody Guthrie

When yer gets twisted and yer mind grows numb
When you you're too old, too young, too smart or too dumb
yer laggin' behind an' losin' yer pace
In a slow-motion 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 with one hand on
And the other starts and the feeling is gone
And yer train engine fire needs a new to catch it
And the wood's findin' but yer lazy to fetch it
And yer sidewalk starts curlin' and the street gets too
And you walkin' backwards though you know its wrong
And comes up as down goes the day
And tomorrow's mornin' so far away

And you feel the from yer pony are slippin'
And yer is a-slidin' 'cause yer hands are a-drippin'
And yer desert and evergreen valleys
Turn to broken slums and trash-can alleys
And yer sky cries water and yer drain 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 world's and bangin'

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

And you start gettin' chills and yer jumping from
And lookin' 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 a-watchin' with a window peek
And yer good gal leaves and she's long gone
And yer heart feels sick like fish when they're

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 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' fooled white a four flush

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

And there's something on yer mind you wanna be
That somebody oughta be hearin'
But trapped on yer tongue and sealed in yer head
And it bothers you badly when your in bed
And no matter how you try you just say it
And yer scared to yer soul you just forget it
And yer eyes get from the tears in yer head
And yer pillows of feathers to blankets of lead

And the lion's mouth and yer staring at his teeth
And his jaws start closin 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 yourself, "Just am I doin'
On this I'm walkin', on this trail I'm turnin'
On this curve I'm
On this I'm strolling, in the space I'm taking
In air I'm inhaling?

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 this guitar I'm playing, on banjo I'm frailin'
On this mandolin I'm strummin', in the song I'm
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
am I giving, what am I taking?
But you try with whole soul best
Never to think thoughts and never to let
Them kind of thoughts gain
Or yer heart pound
But then again you know why they're
Just for a chance to slip and drop down

"Cause sometimes you hear'em when the night comes creeping
And you fear that they might you a-sleeping
And you jump from yer bed, yer last chapter of dreamin'
And you can't remember for the of yer thinking
If was you in the dream that was screaming
And you know that it's special you're needin'
And you know that there's no that'll do for the healin'
And no liquor in the land to stop yer brain from

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

You a Greyhound 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
Will be rollin' long after the craze
You need to open 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 else that
That spot yer standing
That space that sitting
That the world got you beat
That it got you licked
It can't get you no matter how many
you might get kicked

You need something all right
You something special to give you hope
But hope's just a word maybe you said or maybe you heard
On some corner 'round a wide-angled curve
But what you need man, and you need it bad
And yer is you know it too good
"Cause you look an' you start getting the
"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 fraternity
And it made in no Hollywood wheat germ
And it on that dimlit stage
With that half-wit on it
Ranting and raving and yer money
And you thinks it's

No you can't find it in no night club or no yacht
And it ain't in the seats of a club
And sure as hell you're bound to that no matter how hard you rub
You just ain't find it on yer ticket stub
No, and it in the rumors people're tellin' you
And it ain't in the pimple-lotion people are you
And it ain't in no house
Or down any movie blouse

And you can't it on the golf course
And Uncle Remus tell 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 dummies or goons
And it ain't in the marshmallow noises of the cake voices
That come and tappin' in Christmas wrappin'

Sayin' "Ain't I and ain't I cute?
at my skin
Look at my skin shine, look at my skin
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 paper mache?
And inside it the people of molasses
That every day buy a new pair of sunglasses

And it ain't in the fifty-star generals and phonies
turn yuh in for a tenth of a penny
Who breathe and and bend and crack
And you can count from one to ten
Do it all over again but this behind yer back, my friend
The ones wheel and deal and whirl and twirl
And play games with each other in 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 that ain't got any talent but think they do
And think foolin' you
The ones who jump on the
Just for a while they know it's in style
To get their kicks, get out of it
And all kinds of rnoney and chicks

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

No but that yer game, it ain't even yer race
You can't yer name, you can't see yer face
You gotta look some place
And where do you look for this hope that yer
Where do you look for lamp that's a-burnin'?
Where do you look for this oil gushin'?
do you look for this candle that's glowin'?
Where do you look for this hope that you is there
And out somewhere
And your feet can only down two kinds 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 turn two kinds of
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 only my
I may be or wrong
You'll find both
In the Grand at sundown