Luyện nghe bài hát Old Blevins

(Hank Deisler)
We had a quarrel, she and I
She me just to curl up and die
I out to drown my sorrows
At a joint no tomorrows
Where the old man came and me in the eye
Old
I tell he had some wisdom to impart
Some story that was etched and and stamped
Upon his
Then his eyes to glisten
'Cause he could see I would listen
We sat at that bar 'til nearly three
And is what Old Blevins said to me
He "Blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah
In Tijuana blah blah back in 1963
Blah blah blah blah blah blah blah
You have been there blah blah blah
Is what Old said to me
I sat there and I listened to his
As they around my head like little birds
Had he plumb 'round the bend
Or could I not comprehend
His lips writing lines I could not read
When suddenly, it all clear to me
As he said "Blah blah blah blah blah blah blah
Then crazy hippies blah blah blah blah no on me
Blah blah blah blah blah blah blah
The depression blah blah blah
And he would not me be
Old blevins was still talking I seized my chance to flee
Back home never known I'm not the fool I used to be
Buy I know a man and woman's lives were somehow changed
By a loathesome geezer, incoherent and deranged
And my memories of that evening and inner mounting fear
That I become old Blevins anywhere that they sell beer
And I'll say "Blah blah blah blah blah blah blah
I remember blah blah blah blah blah blah
Mistakes made
Blah blah blah blah blah blah blah
How 'bout Cowboys? blah blah blah
Old Blevins used to say
Old