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
the old man came and looked me in the eye
Old
I could tell he had wisdom to impart
Some story that was etched and burned and
his heart
Then his eyes to glisten
'Cause he could see I would listen
We sat there at that bar nearly three
And is what 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 there and I listened to his
As they around my head like little birds
Had he gone plumb the bend
Or could I not comprehend
His were 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 no effect on me
blah blah blah blah blah blah blah
The great depression blah blah
And he would not 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 woman's were somehow changed
By a loathesome geezer, incoherent and deranged
And my memories of that evening fuel and inner fear
That I might become old 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 were
Blah blah blah blah blah blah blah
How 'bout them Cowboys? blah blah
Like Old Blevins to say
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