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
the old man came and looked me in the eye
Old
I could he had some wisdom to impart
Some story that was etched and burned and
Upon his
his eyes began to glisten
'Cause he see that I would listen
We sat at that bar 'til nearly three
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 there blah blah blah
Is what Old said to me
I sat there and I listened to his
As they flapped my head like little birds
Had he plumb 'round the bend
Or could I not comprehend
His lips writing lines 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 great depression blah blah
And he not leave me be
Old blevins was still talking when I 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 were somehow changed
By a toothless geezer, incoherent and deranged
And my memories of that evening fuel and inner mounting
That I might become old Blevins anywhere that they sell
And I'll say "Blah blah blah blah blah blah blah
I don't 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
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