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 and looked me in the eye
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I could he had some wisdom to impart
Some story that was and burned and stamped
Upon his
his eyes began to glisten
'Cause he could see I would listen
We sat there at bar 'til nearly three
And this is Old Blevins said to me
He said "Blah blah blah blah blah blah blah
In Tijuana blah blah blah in 1963
Blah blah blah blah blah blah blah
You should have been there blah blah
Is what Old Blevins to me
I sat and I listened to his words
As they flapped around my head like little
Had he plumb 'round the bend
Or could I not comprehend
His lips were writing I could not read
suddenly, it all came clear 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 depression blah blah blah
And he would not me be
Old was still talking when I seized my chance to flee
Back she's never known I'm not the fool I used to be
Buy I know that a man and woman's lives were changed
By a loathesome toothless geezer, incoherent and
And my memories of that fuel and inner mounting fear
That I might old Blevins anywhere that they sell beer
And I'll say "Blah blah blah blah blah blah blah
I don't remember blah blah blah blah blah
Mistakes made
Blah blah blah blah blah blah blah
How 'bout them Cowboys? blah blah
Like Old Blevins to say
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