Luyện nghe bài hát Old Blevins

(Hank Deisler)
We had a quarrel, she and I
She told me to curl up and die
I crept out to drown my
At a joint called no
Where the old man and looked me in the eye
Old
I could tell he had some wisdom to
Some that was etched and burned and stamped
Upon his
Then his eyes began to
'Cause he could see I would listen
We sat there at that bar 'til nearly
And this is what Old said to me
He said "Blah blah blah blah blah blah blah
In Tijuana blah blah back in 1963
Blah blah blah blah blah blah blah
You should been there blah blah blah
Is what Old Blevins to me
I sat there and I to his words
As they flapped around my head like birds
Had he plumb 'round the bend
Or could I not comprehend
His lips were writing lines I could not
When suddenly, it all came to me
As he said "Blah blah blah blah blah blah blah
Then crazy hippies blah blah blah no effect on me
blah blah blah blah blah blah blah
The great depression blah blah
And he not leave me be
Old blevins was still talking I seized my chance to flee
Back home she's never I'm not the fool I used to be
Buy I know that a man and lives were somehow changed
By a loathesome toothless geezer, incoherent and
And my memories of that fuel and inner mounting fear
That I might become old Blevins anywhere that they 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 them Cowboys? blah blah blah
Old Blevins used to say
Old