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 called no tomorrows
Where the old man and looked 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 began to glisten
he could see that I would listen
We sat there at that bar 'til nearly
And this is what Old Blevins 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 have been there blah blah
Is Old Blevins said to me
I sat there and I listened to his
As they flapped my head like little birds
Had he gone plumb 'round the
Or could I not comprehend
His lips were writing lines I not read
When suddenly, it all came to me
As he "Blah 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 depression blah blah blah
And he not leave me be
Old blevins was still talking when I my chance to flee
Back home never known I'm not the fool I used to be
Buy I know that a man and woman's were somehow changed
By a loathesome toothless geezer, incoherent and
And my memories of that evening and inner mounting fear
That I might become old anywhere that they sell beer
And I'll say "Blah blah blah blah blah blah blah
I remember blah blah blah blah blah blah
were made
Blah blah blah blah blah blah blah
How 'bout them Cowboys? blah blah
Like Old Blevins to say
Old